|Arsenic Lobster poetry journal||
|Found, to Lost:
I wear electric red lipstick
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,
About Emilie Lindemann