Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Sixteen Spring 2008 |
The Noir Wife Susan Slaviero She's smackleg, gunbody brilliant. She knows how to pin a man with her tailbone, pen him nitrogen-blind like a block of dry ice. She's Lauren Bacall with a cigarette stuck to her gums, lipstick smeared on her pretty cupid's bow. Glasslights flicker like television static. Even her eyes are shades of snowflake obsidian. This woman is all short skirt and thigh. Hank of hair. He called her dragonliver. Meercat. The next thing he knew, okra was slipping off his fork, greening the Yellow Pages. She brained this guy in his own kitchen. Iced him in his fedora and bedroom slippers, left him lying coiled and ribboned, a slice of film. |
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