Arsenic Lobster poetry journal |
Issue Thirty-six Winter 2014 |
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Sincerely, Time Carol Berg Something is calling, you think. A frantic chirp, the female cardinal all worried about her oh-so-orange feathers in this bleak winter. I am this sound. I am the number that frightens you. I am mischief that happens when math collides inside you: I am your cells endlessly clicking…. I have been fishing for you, squatting along the horizon as you wished for space between us. To separate us. Four o’clock in the morning opens its mouth and you hear me speak. You thought I spoke a sidereal language, all celestial and singing. This is the day for resolutions. I revolve and the concatenation of six and six spins me. Listen, I am here inside you. What will you do with the rest of our wings? |
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