Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Twenty
Summer 2009
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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

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