The deaf ones leave a note in the house you don’t still wait for him in, unable to call. “For old times sake,” he writes. Or was it a blow job? Others send postcards from Miami, they’ve said the same thing 16 years. Suddenly they stop. Your present boyfriend’s daughter was 7 when the post [...]
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OLD BOYFRIENDS by Lyn Lifshin
Posted in Lyn Lifshin, tagged poetry on March 12, 2010 | 5 Comments »
AUGUST 27 by Lyn Lifshin
Posted in Lyn Lifshin, tagged poetry on November 18, 2009 | 1 Comment »
flat, all the way to Canada. 65 and the hideous tropic rain air gone. Some thing over. A back to school fall sky. I’m sleeping in the car to escape as if there’d be nights with a finger nail moon and you again, with that grin, my black dress on the floor
