Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-six
Winter 2014
 
V. Elk
Sara Biggs Chaney

Lay your massive
on my half born.

Your drawbridge,
my underbelly.

Put me to right angles.

Spin me halfway to broken.

Make my calves weep for kneeling.

For art’s sake
I will be piano wire:

Once taut, now pliable.
Full of receiving.

About Sara Biggs Chaney

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