Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Nine Winter 2005 |
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Rabbit Skin Glue Rebecca Loudon I'd say bandage in the time it took Gail to parry her wrists in art school. What gathers in the corners of the mouth – collagen, casein, gold slick, every surface burnishable. She called me the night they released her, my shiny girl, my good girl. I built a memorial in the museum of missing limbs, slabs of meat vague and bleeding. This is how rabbits grow quiet, seized by the ears, red neurons, all their ripe goodness processed and boiled. |
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