Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Forty
Spring 2016
A Philosophical Inquiry
Kryssa Schemmerling

Are two people a tree if no one else hears or  sees  their  bodies  fuse  and  fall  in  a forest,     in      this      case,      one      tiny room? Outside  the  window the  moon is invisible, therefore it doesn’t exist. Inside lightning   electrifies   leaves,   limbs,  each one rimmed, for an instant, in fire. Roots heave,  trunk   thunders   down.   Energy released   vibrates   wet   green   air  into waves.       They    surge      and      break, unperceived  by   anyone   beyond these four   walls.   Does this   mean    it   never happened?

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