Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Twenty-one Winter 2009 |
Prologue R. Jennings This is a story that I need to tell. Look at me. Look at what I have become. I have come up in the world. This is a year for telling some secrets and keeping others to myself. Today is beautiful. It is saturated. It makes me hunger for collapse. I have made decisions for myself that I cannot go back on. I have come up in the world. I am an apostrophe. I acknowledge that there is something missing. Sometimes a single sound, an exhale, would be enough to change me. I think I am happy. I think that I must be. |
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