Arsenic Lobster poetry journal	Final Issue 2018
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a cliff an elephant Ghada Khalil my heart is a queen, an assölle, a hörre, a saint, a poet, an accountant, a brothel, a creaky church, a space, a thick wall, a whiner, a tenor, a violin, a sharp knife, a spoon, a pot – a window, broken – a war, an almond tree – a drawing, a circle, a nothing, my heart a kite a cliff an elephant a cricket a cake – another nothing– a circus a comedy a shakespearean shitte it’s that awesome poet’s poem, a dikke; a cüonte a phony a fraud a rest-room a tent, a bear, a piece of ice, a carving in a mountain. my heart a treehouse on a chopped tree, a dog, the mouse a lullaby, a short story by Henrietta Moss, a police officer, a hat without a feather, a book with bad reviews, something to think about, a plastic to drum on, a sequence of events, a private echo chamber, a statue waving, a piano without keys, a carpet lying all day on the floor, a a a a a a a monocycle without a rider, a tribute to all those who died, a tombstone, with my name carved on it, a eulogy, a eulogy, a eulogy in real time, in real time, in real time,

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