Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Twenty-one
Winter 2009
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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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