Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Nineteen
Spring 2009
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Vase
Kristine Ong Muslim

An upturned glass mouth
furrowed at the brim,
it shines until it loses its hands.
It hunkers on the table
until it becomes smaller, wiser,
and less visible to the eye.

Now it wants air.
Now it wants water.
It wails a splash
no riverbed can hear.
Now it wants nothing.
Then it wants more.

About Kristine Ong Muslim

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