by Lyn Lifshin
gets his “your
note, it made my
day, be in touch”
message on her
machine, feels
as if something
put a string of
lights under her
skin. She plays
it 4 times, does
n’t know why his
drawl, half Boston,
a little south,
some Indiana pulls
her so she’s ice
on the Cohuahuilla
Desert at noon, no
thing on her as it
was since she
swallowed whatever
he had
*Lyn's website:
http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm
July 4, 2009
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