Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Seventeen Summer 2008 |
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Package Deal Talia Reed Those who cure you will kill you. We flounder. Each of us is too much of the other. We are entering the era of the car bomb. The nail bomb. The terror spectacular. This agony hovers outside of our ballroom. We cringe. We halt. We carry on. We package up pieces of the sky in a lust of industry. |
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About Talia Reed |