Arsenic Lobster poetry journal |
Issue Thirty Winter 2012 |
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Lisa Recites “Trinities I Can Believe In” Lisa McCool-Grime Food, love and hard-bound books. Paper, pen and hand. One, two, three. Warhol, Marilyn Monroe, John F. Kennedy. Warhol, silver wigs and golden chains. Slap, shove and stomp. Three Blind Mice, The Witches of Eastwick, the Bee Gees. Long drives and twisted letters and sidewinding snakes. Seven, eleven, thirteen. Butchers and bluebirds and women’s bodies. The ears of Horseface, the jaw of Horseface, the shoulders of Horseface. Four, eight, sixteen. Blinders and muzzles and treadmills. Egghead and Dogbreath and Thunderthighs. “Lisa, Lisa, Lisa.” They say, “Enough”. |
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