Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Nine Winter 2005 |
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Lemonhead Rebecca Loudon I shake apart like those airplanes on the bottom of Lake Washington props stuck at 9 and 4 be calm shudder inside the giant water bug glide clean clean a little stab & skim our stint at the artificial limb company a soggy season in the airport hotel let's lie on the prow and part the sea like Charlton Heston we can lose our bodies just smelling it |
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About Rebecca Loudon |