Arsenic Lobster poetry journal |
Issue Thirty-six Winter 2014 |
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Found, to Lost: Emilie Lindemann I wear electric red lipstick & still no one zings. She used to hear us shaking branches, kicking pilsner cans. Next time, I’ll dance on tables at Café Carpe. Next time, I’ll wear a bikini in January and trot along the river taking selfies with every carp statue on Main St. I don’t eat air for nothing, you know. |
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