portion of the artwork for Sarah Sarai's poems

In the Lord’s Name
Sarah Sarai

The apple must fall up.
Earth’s the happening planet.
Someone’s got to take the hit.
The only fossil in this soldier’s world is
my mother-in-law, take her please please.
Add to my burial chamber every Woolworth’s clerk
to help me find a Teflon rose-colored 9-inch zipper.
We of the Americas are strong-personality serpents,
devouring squealing ocean liners for Sunday brunch.
Oh the textures!

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 28 | Spring 2010