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

I laugh! I was larger than life
and wished for a hunk of marble
from the state. I was working small
from poverty, not some decorative
impulse in myself. What do you think I was?
Didn’t I take the greatest risk of all,
and lose? Who are you to mock, to judge?
You schemers in small groups, rigging
the system in your favor. I was solitary,
surrounded by immortality, that huge

empty space.

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