Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Final Issue 2018
C.R. Dobson

On midnight evenings
stalk blood trails with me.

Feign and feint from behind
a lexicon of moon things
of huntress things.

Seek, seek, seek.

–cutting teeth–
–gutting teeth–

and feast on the meat where it lay.

About C.R. Dobson

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