Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Twenty Summer 2009 |
slutter --after Volkman Elizabeth Weber egg-white was ever where it trembled at the knee: the turtleneck, sickled shoes, in its hackled shell dispensing umbrellas like a yellow-curbed hellion sucking for a sea-song. a bobbin in its bonnet, seam-ripped at the z, the spewing blues we sip and spell and sew puce noodles for the microwave well- timed to a thee. a spoon and clock touching hands, what a step too soon, a summer in the cut – and that sucker-punch, june-bug, wind-wiper stare. outer tunes twist in the where: tap that kick-ass boogie-woogie we taught to mama, stomp back the hutch. i swing not. |
About Elizabeth Weber |