by Lyn Lifshin
Joshua Tree Motel
her thighs a
pomegranate splitting,
staining sheets under
his hair as stars
glued mesquite to the
blue dust of her
belly and the
rattlesnake of his
words slithered over
tequila lips he’d
chewed, felt the
sting of later
*Lyn's website:
http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm
July 17, 2009
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