DARK CORSAGE

by Lyn Lifshin

faint smell of cologne.
Later my sheets hold it,
Another time, another
place becomes a
mantra. How does any
one stay married
he breathes in the rain
into my hair. An
accident, but I do this
for a week. I buy
clothes I wouldn’t have,
surrounded by beauties.
It isn’t easy. He
pulls me closer, the
perfect gigolo


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