Arsenic Lobster poetry journal |
Issue Thirty-one Spring 2013 |
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Clean Kitchen after Adrienne Rich Jennifer Givhan you walk into a room and see a clean kitchen see that’s what I mean you walk into a wall and there’s a clean kitchen who cleaned it? they called them the girls peroxide-yellow hair black roots like basalt rock in the backyard, bathed in dog piss Why didn’t you clean the kitchen yourself? I kept trying to get it right the way I walk into a room and see a blank wall the baby sucking me, an inappropriate pacifier how old is she, the baby? the girls were no younger than I am people call me ma’am, at the drugstore the fast food line you don’t cook in your clean kitchen? I kept trying to get it right walking into walls, the baby see that’s what I mean you kept trying to find a room |
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