Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Nineteen Spring 2009 |
In Time To Save a Life Christopher Citro He bought a tin of breath mints, but to his surprise it was full of mint- sized horses. They were alive and quite energetic. Dozens and dozens of them. Miniature brown and black horses with very small manes that nevertheless gleamed in the light from his desktop lamp. When he opened the tin, a few jumped from his hand to the desk. Some galloped up into the crook of his arm and stood ruminating. The horses that had leapt to the desk found a puddle of cherry soda. From this, they drank deeply. Upon finishing, they tipped back their long heads and cleared their nostrils forcefully. Tiny as they were, thought Tommy, you'd have to describe their bearing as majestic. |
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