| Arsenic Lobster poetry journal | Final Issue 2018 |
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| The Satin Lining of the Casket Reminds Me of a Jewelry Box Charles Rafferty Consider the brooches of the dead, the wedding rings, the lockets full of faces. Assuming they don’t get stolen by the men with shovels, such ornaments outlast everything. They are a kind of death tax, a toll on the way to oblivion. It isn’t just jewelry. There are Bibles and flowers and lucky stuffed animals. We pack them in like we’re burying a pharaoh, like there’s a pyramid of grief above them. And there is – but smaller, and made of sand, in a land that won’t stop raining. |
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