Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-three
Winter 2013
Kathleen Kirk

So, it does stick!—the glue
of guilt, of obligation. Stupid
as she is, stupidly you stick
to her while your life
waltzes by…. You can take
your chances with a giant broom
and I’ll take mine.
                            But where
was the glue you owed to me?

Stupidly, I washed it off.

About Kathleen Kirk

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