|Arsenic Lobster poetry journal||
|Aspects of the Dream Are Aspects of the Dreamer : 4
The last time I see her she is the most beautiful.
Spare barely spirited, the martyr
right before king or spiteful father
She is the most beautiful, the last time I see her:
Hair soft as earth, her hair
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