Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty
Winter 2012
Anita Rankin

                                 in the slant
                                 wind of a snowstorm

an albino rabbit                                             hops past its wildcard-in-a-hole

                                 unmarked                      location: twenty-one degrees
                                                                                     thirty-three minutes
                                                                                     eight-seconds north

                                 white-on-white               the rabbit
                                                                        loses sight of itself                       blurring
                                                                                                                            into the zero-zero

                                                                                                                            blizzard of all-abiding blindness

                                                                        its body folds
                                                                        back into its mother’s womb

                                                                                                                            as white spirits pour
                                                                                                                            into the hands of every
                                                                                                                            player’s luck

                                                                        snowing the odds to tilt
                                                                        our destinations toward a wilder

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