Arsenic Lobster poetry journal |
Issue Thirty-six Winter 2014 |
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VII. Fox Sara Biggs Chaney You can call me vulpini. I’m a sight gag at parties, so keep watch till you see from all angles. I’m a girl I’m a vase a warship a flagon a cheekbone guitar. I’m a double-faced Cretan relief with electroshock tail. Not for nothing I’m an all day filth treasure, my baby’s a shit sack, I’m bringing her breast ward, clutching her heart wise, painting her snout in scat, evergreen. Keep your hands free; keep an eye out. I’m redder than thou, but you won’t likely see my scarlet sail, my singular profile, how I look while sleeping, my body a coil of defense around all that I love. |
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