Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Fifteen Winter 2007 |
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49. Yermiyahu Ahron Taub My hands traveled over the table's lines. Through the linen I saw the grains of our possibility. My teeth sought out the new-year fish. I read its scales as jewels, its network of veins as a map of bounty. In a moment of misperception, the path of my life was forged. |
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