Arsenic Lobster poetry journal |
Issue Thirty-one Spring 2013 |
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Wildlife in the Living Room Avery Leigh Thomas Imagine familiar faces collapsing in to reveal other life, other fauna, even flora, skin sprouting leaves, stretching roots—a sister’s chestnut hair giving way to pinnate veins like plumes or hands becoming chordate fronds, heart-shaped and beating. I dream sometimes of people I know becoming things I’ve never seen before, whole crowds transformed to rainforests, exotic species never named. And somehow the giant ferns, bromeliads choking vines are welcoming, thirsty for my eyes, my hands, craving me like sunlight, water, inured to me like chlorophyll, like soil. |
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