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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