Arsenic Lobster poetry journal |
Issue Thirty-one Spring 2013 |
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The Smug Aquarium Kristine Ong Muslim Little lake, little burbling city what were you like before you came here? You do not have to wait long for your rectangular hollow to be filled. We lured the most colorful sea creatures for you. The fish, listlessly swimming with their luminescent dorsal fins, scamper when you stir in your sleep. One tap against your clear glass body, and the sea anemones flinch. The artificial light and air bubbles conceal your entrails, and that unfortunate glass tubing of a throat, which distracts us, finally keeps us in awe. The stagnant water snags intact your droppings and your sustenance. No one can tell where your stomach lining was first pierced. |
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