Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-nine
Winter 2015
Here Is A Bouquet
Emilie Feldenzer

Of mushrooms for you

They eat dead people
And people’s dead pets

To them it’s all one

They turn red at the end
They might not smell that good

But they are like your soft nose in the moonlight
Turning red at the end
And starting a revolution under the tart shadows of the geraniums

About Emilie Feldenzer

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