Arsenic Lobster Poetry Journal Poem

Arsenic Lobster poetry journal	Issue Eighteen Winter 2008
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rosette
Carina Gia Farrero

surely we are
what we say

(speak who begs)

thirst does away with night

a blank back

in its hour
wrong

road in a lonely man
half of which
turns into a bird

wood
(how to carry)

how to wear a song