Siste fra Ange Mlinko

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"Lobster in the bathtub. Christmas Eve.

Scrub the tub first. Hand off cleanser.

Rinse well. We don’t want Comet

in our lobster.

He’s clicking

against the porcelain. Everyone leery

              of going to the bathroom.

Bubbles had risen when we lowered him in,

now he’s limp.

Stare into the water

that wears a similar gooseflesh.

The lobster is dispatched."