To a Skylark
by Rose Lemberg
Broken metal feathers shine on my lark’s belly. Cogs roll
waking or asleep when I take it apart. Every dial
a memory of happy happy deep-fried
in machine oil. It stains my fingers, stinks like a thou
of death must deem....
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"To a Skylark" is roughly 122 words.
Rose Lemberg used to delete her poems. In January 2008, she had a bright idea to send one out. Since then she has sold poetry to Star*Line, Goblin Fruit, Abyss & Apex, and Mythic Delirium. Rose lives in the Midwest, where she is an assistant professor of Marginal and Nostalgic Studies.