THE MAD GIRL THINKS OF OTHER DECEMBERS

by Lyn Lifshin

salmon sun, nights
the snow turning straw
berry where her father
fell on his face. Every
one worked late Christmas
Eve and the college
spires stuck black
crosses into it, snow
to glitter past the
Congregational Church
where Life photographers
were pressed for a perfect
New England shot. White
piling to eight feet, a moat
around the lavender rooms
in the town where she
couldn’t breathe as the
black cat went crazy


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