Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Twenty Summer 2009 |
Hexagon Kelly L. Morckel New raincoat I will walk through Paris in you I will grow photogenic, naked in mind beneath you. Sundays are for learning the bones of tetrapods, the skull pieces of Ichthyostega. Sundays are for raincoats in Paris – only for such daydreams Such foreknowledge – I’ll strike another allumette in this rain, but Will I go to the beaches – and weep, will I sip hemoglobin and in how many cafés? Soon I go Soon to transport A new way to beaches, dark and cold half of a six-sided geometry drawn with feathers and henna on my palm in the shape of a second heart. |
About Kelly L. Morckel |