Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Twenty-two
Spring 2010
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Aztec Garden
Jessica Reidy

Iím standing with a sundial
in my mouth my teeth form a bone
pedestal primitive and enduring
and I am in a sick garden
where someone feeds the flowers
blood and no one walks
along your river because
it looks hungry
and therefore untrustworthy

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