Arsenic Lobster poetry journal |
Issue Twenty-eight Spring 2012 |
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Collecting Mothers Courtney Elizabeth Hitson I collect mothers like paperdolls. Prop them in fields of time—long-haired scarecrows pointing to past and future. I am a scavenger foraging pieces of moms: Hoarding lunchtime napkin notes, outlining lipstick smears, transcribing lullabies. I nuzzle in the arms of heavy coats, pretend a tether— an umbilical knotted-infinity into some warm body. I try to revel in the freedom of being rootless. Wait for rivers to widen like lips, slide inside, swim in the womb of the earth, dissolve back to secret—a swirl of sediment. |
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