Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Forty
Spring 2016
This Showroom
Michael Robins

The bride collapses
daily, her dresses

adorning the floor
before you

walks of September
on which you’re left

looming, becomingly
cold for duplicity
during the fire

(colder & coldest)

hidden in a drawer

About Michael Robins

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