| Arsenic Lobster poetry journal |
Issue Thirty Winter 2012 |
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| The Woman Who Poses Naked With Her Parakeet Wendy Taylor Carlisle poses after she sweeps the kitchen, drinks coffee and talks to her mamma on the phone. That picture was never her only assignment. She hardly feels her husband’s forefinger sliding on the shutter, the claws in her soft, pale flesh, ignores the green head bobbing in her peripheral vision. Feathers aren’t her whole life. A cake is baking, perfumes her kitchen. In the bedroom she glances over her naked back, takes the parakeet on her knuckle, onto the top of her head where the bird does a budgie dance, then minces across her. The man with the camera considers: depth of field, light as texture, his background, the turquoise bird as an excuse to undress. |
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