Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-six
Winter 2014
 
Found, to Lost:
Emilie Lindemann

I wear electric red lipstick

& still

no one zings.


She used to hear us shaking branches,

kicking pilsner cans.


Next time, I’ll dance on tables at Café Carpe.

Next time, I’ll wear a bikini

in January and trot along the river

taking selfies with every carp statue on Main St.


I don’t eat air for nothing,

you know.

About Emilie Lindemann

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