Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-five
Summer 2014
Amber Rose Crowtree

Take all of the rain in the world and dye
it pastel blue—this is your eyes,
aloof as marbles.

If you were heaven, you’d be made
from glass; alone in your glass heaven,
and your golden, crying, hair.

About Amber Rose Crowtree

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