Arsenic Lobster poetry journal | Final Issue 2018 |
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Platelets Carolyn Divish With coarse palms flattened against fat–sleek flesh, I seek my contours. Pleasing in both sight and texture– barely forgotten, ghost of remembrance. Fingers probe a canyon gash– the place where someone once had been– round face, green stick youth, skater bowl fringing mismatched eyes. My nail scratches, picks the frayed edges of plasma mesh– wincing at its release of loss revived, exploring the depths of blood unbound. And then with brightly colored markers and fine-gauged crochet, I dress that scab up nicely and send it out for sale. |
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