Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Nineteen
Spring 2009
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In Time To Save a Life
Christopher Citro

He bought a tin of breath mints, but to his surprise it was full of mint-
sized horses. They were alive and quite energetic. Dozens and dozens of
them. Miniature brown and black horses with very small manes that
nevertheless gleamed in the light from his desktop lamp. When he opened the
tin, a few jumped from his hand to the desk. Some galloped up into the crook
of his arm and stood ruminating. The horses that had leapt to the desk found
a puddle of cherry soda. From this, they drank deeply. Upon finishing, they
tipped back their long heads and cleared their nostrils forcefully. Tiny as
they were, thought Tommy, you'd have to describe their bearing as majestic.

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