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

The bride collapses
daily, her dresses

adorning the floor
before you



                   Side-
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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