Arsenic Lobster poetry journal |
Issue Forty-three April 2017 |
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wilderness voice Melissa Eleftherion every live thing here rushes of the spring water music a hot phenomenon where things snap silt and rock gap we cross the sticks gently our bridge a burned out hollow for little men clover and ferns a pennaceous radio for the damp earth my wilderness in ruins the redwood corpse we climb in to sleep we sleep and enshroud how the wet catches us unaware & makes us whole human dramas a lust moon we slip between the stones get our pants wet rocket flower elides our grasp we fumble at sticks how easily rocks become frogs here little mosses make it so |
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