Who Is Emily Dickinson?
She’s a jilted bride
Treading Niagara Falls
Nothing but a barrel
To pour her heart into
Or maybe a stage actress
With unspeakable lines
A midnight reveler
In the joys of darkness
Perhaps she’s an all-thumbs
Supple seamstress
With irreverent grace
Stitching shooting stars
Or maybe the lovely assistant
In fuck-me boots
Sawing Houdini in half
Before a live studio audience
Who is Emily Dickinson?
She’s a barefoot genius
Googling herself at my desk
On a Windows typewriter
Sticking poems with no titles
In the safety of my drawers
I’m not allowed to touch
Without permission
c b snoad
draft 1-30-13
edit 1-21-17
