Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Twenty-five Spring 2011 |
Theory of Compossibility Jonathan Lohr Here is where they make your beer and here is where they fry your fish. In an ideal case of snow emergency fish fries move to Wednesdays. Dad wants so badly for a fish fry that he constructs a time machine. Assuming this is real; can Dad stop snow or kill Christ on a Wednesday? Is this compossible with Fridays before when fish was fried? What must happen to Dad as he aims his filet towards the tartar sauce? |
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