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Mama Land by LYN LIFSHIN
MY Parents' Anniversary
Images, the Faces, My Sister's Eyes
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LYN LIFSHIN
MY Parents' Anniversary
I wonder how fast my mother knew things wouldn't work . Waiting in her small bedroom, packing the camisole another man thought was for him. "Kiss me deadly," she might have sighed, touching silk. She was alone in a room in his sister's home while this man who took his brother's car saying nothing didn't touch her. 4th of July weekend. She must have wondered if anything would fill her, be ok. What was wrong with May nights with the one she really loved, his blue ink, his hay wagon fall to near coma. And the week after the honey moon bruise. Its bruise blue on pale bice blue, tiny letters.. I still have them
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LYN LIFSHIN
Images, the Faces, My Sister's Eyes
never a smile. Green eyes. Those lilacs maybe blooming. Summer of death, my mother in the room half underground. We did things. The maple broke. Last summer we talked. On the metro, in the park of strangers, no words. 15 years no truce, no phone. I stopped the cards. "You murdered the victims twice" she squealed at a last funeral. Someone said my face turned snow
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