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LYN LIFSHIN Mama Land
Desperately Forgetting She's Dead
When My Mother's Hair Grew Longer, Lush on IV
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LYN LIFSHIN
Desperately Forgetting She's Dead
I dial my mother. She always got there on the first ring. This seems strange. Maybe she's at the other end of the hall. The ring doesn't stop until I realize she has, but not how there still is a phone there. Next I try my ex who I haven't seen or even thought about for more years than it was when I met him. What would I do if he answered? There'd be nothing to say. "Is it snowy in Albany?" Have you and whoever had any more kids. And what of the man, lying by my side and the cat who's used her litter box for a week, curling into my belly, warming me? Is it the blue moth blues, the only what- isn't gnawing me?
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When My Mother's Hair Grew Longer, Lush on IV
it was as if to make a pillow for her last bed. Her skin already pulling over her bones so her head was skull like. When she said her hair cut was kill- ing her, it stung like when she ordered Death by Chocolate." It seems terrible, what happens to the body, the perfect teeth letting go as if in a hurry to get somewhere else while lines become graves around the mouth and forehead, trenches darkness fills. This broken body, once in 7 inch heels darting up Beacon Hill so fast no one could keep up with her
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