| Arsenic Lobster poetry journal | Final Issue 2018 |
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| Telephone (Ghazal) Emily Brink Young girls speak in harp strings on the telephone The wires thrum with awkward schemes, on the telephone. Their beautiful hair unravels in pools of gold They speak sagas and warn parents, on the telephone. In ancient Rome, virgins were tested, held water tight in a sieve. They think virginity is a multiple choice question, on the telephone. They share the moon, an eye between them They weave a tapestry of longing, on the telephone. Their hearts break in unison on the telephone Emily remembers how the moon went dark, on the telephone. |
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