Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-three
Winter 2013
 
LEVIATHAN
Meghan Tutolo

On nights I can’t forgive you—

be it for the blue deep of
unanswered text messages, or
the way you stretch yourself over me
& Interstate 70          —a furrowed infinity
dug of hot breath & gummed asphalt,

ache in the plain shape of your abandon
touches down, casts itself a monster

walking my walls in a space
too flat to forget you.

About Meghan Tutolo

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