Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Twenty-five
Spring 2011
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a cobbler of complex tastes
Jessica Dyer

Jupiter.
oh, happy king of lightening;
         ask for mere belief & seek:

blue.
it is the color of sky and perfect sea, it is
         the color of the movement from

teeth:
they are inside us, all clanking
         together, and asking for crays.

wood
and air and stone: how we know
         you’re real, how we know existence.

December
son, born of a rock. bull’s blood on my
         Mithraic sweater, inside hiding dead

wasps.
you bite and build, you stop and stay,
         hover. you unzip our skins

tomatoes/potatoes.
salt. stir or bake. throw a black
         stone in the pot; it makes a good base.

tambourine—
rattling in me, circles upon circles upon
         circumferences, like tiny belts on rib bones,

oil
and bread. dip into me
         as though diving into the river

smudged.
there are tangles in my veins &
         there are tingles in my lines, all

lost.
there are darks and there is the dark
         there we swim untoward, flailing.

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