Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty
Winter 2012
Pat’s Mom’s Third Drink and Beyond
Elizabeth Majerus

She’s electric she says
And she’s not sure
That’s a good thing.
Electric or something, she’s not
Sure exactly what but when
She passes streetlights
The bulbs dim, lamp by lamp.

Once at a club the singer bent
Down to sing to her. His mic went
Out crack zap like that. Are you
Electric he said because you just killed
My microphone you killed it like that
And what are you doing
After the show.

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