| Arsenic Lobster poetry journal |
Issue Forty-one Summer 2016 |
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| Annotations Matt Nagin Mark the boundaries of good taste, empty bank account, reservoir, child with a tilak, place you ripped up your bucket list; mark the days, balance sheet, your friend Mark but not with a marker; mark hope, mark fear, mark the death of all beginning, the reasons you let go of yourself, the places your hair spilled; mark the entertainments, war on TV, caskets, birthdays, holidays, reason your speech didn’t go over as planned; mark the poems published, acting classes attended, hours in a grim cubicle, years since college, women who dumped you, countries visited, hurts encountered, progress made, plans scrapped, minutes until the apocalypse; mark it all, mark it well, mark it as if you’ll never have a chance to relive it; mark it as if doing so is all you have left. |
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