Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Twenty-one Winter 2009 |
The Sexual Experiences of You, Me, and Emily Dickinson Renee Beauregard I’m sitting here and it’s like Fucking You with your hands all over my breasts- It seems a little silly, you up there and me way the hell Out in the woods, I’m seeing everything and it reminds me of the once we did you kept saying “Well, I should go” and you never went. With your hands all over my breasts the neon bar sign Coors. And I keep thinking “Emily wore white but she must have” her hyphens are pure thousands Her snake in the grass and those letters she wrote Pure thousands. Your hands all over my breasts but you’re up there and I’m out in the woods, seeing these things like the white she wore and your hands. |
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