Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Seventeen Summer 2008 |
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Alopecia and the grizzly bear Arlene Ang It began with the geometry of cages. Stainless steel bars. He recounts these things as he takes his hands from his pockets. To ascertain there is no mistake. And he likens it to rattlesnake. Multi-skinned: a blues musician's eye electrifies the neon lights. He is in captivity again. He is the dream in the wired guitar. This contact lens on the floor, cracked and unseeing. The honey has crystallized, the dead lake frozen. It's too late for sleep under the pulp of blood oranges. Away from the sun, newlyweds honeymoon in a snailshell. A short slip dress, a nebula of smoke. They are irretrievable: instant cake mix down the chimney. The body is weightless, its protective membrane rips easily. Shimmering like salmon in his hands. There is no coming to terms with loss. |
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About Arlene Ang |