Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Fifteen Winter 2007 |
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Inversion Laura Hirneisen Birds and fish still feed where poison berries mark juniper trees underwater. Windows glaze west, sprouts drowned by seas. Reassurance spells correctly, dirt you’ve packed in pots for when an astrolabe calls left in sun, watered by hand. Unsaid words matter not. What isn’t spoken, printed, you should remember now, unscrew stiff lids as before. Summer crated and shipped, yellow bloomed from the tin you kept, tobacco or not in wordlessness. Gulf Coast’s New Year begun, sunflower seeds for your mother. |
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