| Arsenic Lobster poetry journal |
Issue Thirty-six Winter 2014 |
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| 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. |
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