Arsenic Lobster poetry journal |
Issue Thirty Winter 2012 |
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from SPECTRAL FIELDMAPS Anita Rankin in the slant wind of a snowstorm an albino rabbit hops past its wildcard-in-a-hole unmarked location: twenty-one degrees thirty-three minutes eight-seconds north white-on-white the rabbit loses sight of itself blurring into the zero-zero blizzard of all-abiding blindness its body folds back into its mother’s womb as white spirits pour into the hands of every player’s luck snowing the odds to tilt our destinations toward a wilder heaven |
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