Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Fifteen Winter 2007 |
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coin Carina Gia Farrero your gaze docks the doorway mouth smells like rubber bands even your shoes want names I can see (east) letters, crime coin of light (bow and arrow hands) deep into your red pearl coat our losing dressed as a month you smell of what became of us |
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About Carina Gia Farrero |