Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-six
Winter 2014
Aspects of the Dream Are Aspects of the Dreamer : 4
Jill Khoury

The last time I see her she is the most beautiful.

     Spare   barely spirited,  the martyr
right before king or spiteful father
     smites her.

She is the most beautiful, the last time I see her:

          Hair soft as earth, her hair
the color
     of dry earth.

                The soil where she lives
when she suicides
          is made of sand. Nothing blooms
until torrential rains, swamp flood, overlush.

Where we grew up the earth was thick and dark.
Did she miss it? The smell clean, seed-laden.

About Jill Khoury

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