Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Johanna Evenson Lips A pair of Botox lips making their way through the crowd just ahead of the woman they are attached to. Painted a shade of deep red ready to make expensive and self-confident statements The Aquarium I press my forehead to the glass of my portable sea: A square foot of water in my living room chiseled out of the the ocean like a block of ice hosting a tiny shipwreck that set sail in the pet supply store and sank upon arrival in my tank among fish who know nothing of nets reels or hooks, but who might know something about lives gone down the drain. Next Poem
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