Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Seventeen Summer 2008 |
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Under The Cloud Talia Reed it gathers and covers, waiting to overthrow me. Mine isn’t the heart bleeding. Pique the overcast. Goad out the shower. monkey flower phlox meadow saffron kaffir lily wandflower lavender oleander I am grafted, fettered and all— a waif at the edge of my wit and you’ll never see it; the clamor. the tawdry dream. forget about the raw parts and the fragile bend. Cloud drift on the blink. |
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About Talia Reed |