Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Fourteen Summer 2007 |
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DISSECTING THE FEMALE Amber Decker This is what we take what comes What opens fast in a night of bad things We cherish this kind of gentle Feather slide Fingertips to blindfolded skin Snapping eyes Water swallowing our naked thighs This is what we take What steamy summer nights are made of The housewife and the mistress In a Polaroid garden of flesh Pinned down in photographs errant butterflies Wings clipped and colorless This is what we take The sadness when no letters arrive Calendars murdered with each red pen stroke And our numbers still themselves undialed This is what we take We twist like moaning serpents Full of poisoned apple teeth Full of venom We scream sex confuse this with love (How many times can we do this?) This is what we take The pulsing thunder hatred Strung along dirty floors like dissected kittens Naked and electric In the thrall of wanting so much It makes our tongues swell with pleasure This is what we take What we use to weave webs with the sweat Of our palms Against skin against shadow Our bellies full of heat and eggs Full of tight wet quiver spiders Full of ohmygodyesyesyes And meaning it |
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About Amber Decker |