| Arsenic Lobster poetry journal | Final Issue 2018 |
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| My Mother Keeps Finding Lions in her Apartment Marta Shaffer My mother keeps finding lions in her apartment Small ones. She says they steal things and leave foreign objects behind: feathers, turquoise beads, pieces of clay pottery. She says their snoring at night keeps her awake, loud like a New Orleans brass band. She sometimes catches them staring at her from between objects on the table, and when she goes to pull them out like weeds, they’ve vanished into the lines of an old receipt or a medical bill. I tried to teach her the term invasive species, but she says she doesn’t speak Spanish. |
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