THE MAD GIRL WANTS TO GET UP EARLY

by Lyn Lifshin

walk in the raspberries,
taste green light on
her skin, stillness
pulling the hair
from her neck, from
her shoulders and
rubbing where his
fingers had pressed
then poked and pulled
so her blood couldn’t
snap back, keep being
so elastic. She’s
shaking as jade
light loses
its newness and
jeweled grass
goes straw


*Lyn's website:
http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm