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Mama Land by LYN LIFSHIN
Someone Said You'd Know If One Siamese Twin Dies
At the Coffee Table at Boston Science Museum
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LYN LIFSHIN
Someone Said You Know If One Siamese Twin Dies
someone said it wasn't normal, closeness yes but. Someone said she needs her own life, let you breathe. Together we could laugh and shop past midnight. Together I could have still been inside her body, warm, cozy. Why am I always looking for some cove. "I Just Called to Say I Love You," a litany. And her calling non- stop. Someone said you really said fuck to your mother? Someone asked 90 minute answering machine tapes. Called and called to say love as I would on what would have been her 94th birthday
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LYN LIFSHIN
At the Coffee Table at Boston Science Museum
could I have been here with my project on the eye and nights with Judy Scott, giggling over what boys might do with our bodies? I can't get over that I'm not the 15 year old I was, wanting hips that were slim and now that I have them it's not enough. I need a kachina, my mother's good luck pearl. I wanted to believe talking about it would make what hasn't glow, like bire fringet wings producing a pallet of color viewed the right way so even this late if the dark put a bead on us, like the Alexandrite I read would turn purple and light in incandescent light, stun the roar in our blood which has never stopped dreaming about what still is ahead
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