Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Ten
Spring 2006
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We Eat
Benjamin Pealer

we eat crushed powder of eggshells
and stare at traffic
our phallus has grown wild
eating neighborhood hens
painting garage doors
standing up for seahorses

but the figurehead may plunge
and blossoms may yet spring open in the yard


About Benjamin Pealer

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