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mantra reviewSpring 2018As I watched the horizon... As I watched the horizon… Moby Dick ate Ahab whole Ahab left a hole in Jezebel And Jezebel fed The puppies chow-chow mix Emptying it in a jar she Kept on countertop Next to the sinking feeling of an overflowing sink Down in the sand, we started to drown Are you people? We ought to pray for the sand on the bottom on the earth Under those things we call oceans and waving At every piece of coral and debris I want to be debris. I want to be a music box again. Made from the conch shells we call our house— When we die, will the hermit crabs call us home? Lauren Dotson is a poet from Smithville, Arkansas. She is currently a student of English at the University of the Ozarks and is an editor of the campus literary magazine Falstaff.
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