shot glass
Issue # 8 September 2012
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Kathryn Jacobs

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Like shrinking tidal islands
or spotlights narrowing:
sucking the flesh in pockets, vacuum-packed,
like cellophane drawn tight about the bones:
the curious eyes
intruded on, retracting steadily,
until they blink crab-like from a shell
made water-soluble:
dissolving, then, at the encroaching edge
of shapelessness and spongy dark.