Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Nine Winter 2005 |
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Vacation Sedokas Lissa Kiernan Breakers Blonde, sandy shoulder— waves muscle over, dying. It looks like we could stand there. I call out your name, voice small, swallowed by ocean. You're there. Just beyond that swell. Nine-Tenths of the Law Thirsty for a jolt, a thunderbolt, some lightning— tires rotate on the highway. Earl's Hideaway Bar— Harleys, leather, delta blues. I watch you watch her watch me. Midnight Mass Nightfall, waterside. Driftwood skeletons stagger. Waves creep up, nipping our toes. We kneel in cool sand. Chary eyes adjust to dark. By and by, we see more stars. |
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