Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Nineteen Spring 2009 |
One Relative? Travis Kellogg Good ol' Esther, stacks socks in my second dresser box God bless her except she needs to shave. Part mean, and part helper elf although she'd weep the shelf clean of Uncle Dick's weapons that he gave to the children, "behave!!," and then killed them. Slippery when damp held shivelry in stamps that I sent out, beat spilled out of the drums and the bevelled echoes hum to settle until we let go of the dumb ugly neck-hold. |
About Travis Kellogg |