|Arsenic Lobster poetry journal||
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
About Kathleen Kirk