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20th anniversay issue #4
LYN LIFSHIN : NOT THINKING IT WAS SO WITH YELLOW FLOWERS
LYN LIFSHIN : SOME AFTERNOONS WHEN NOBODY WAS FIGHTING

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LYN LIFSHIN
NOT THINKING IT WAS SO WITH YELLOW FLOWERS

At night I dreamed that same dream, the one full of muscles and thighs that arenít you. Later the fear came back crossing into Mexico tho at first when I woke up I thought it wasnít true the air was so bright and yellow flowers were falling from the pepper tree like suns

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LYN LIFSHIN
SOME AFTERNOONS WHEN NOBODY WAS FIGHTING

my mother took out walnuts and chocolate chips. My sister and I plunged our fingers in flour and butter smoother than clay. Pale dough oozing between our fingers while the house filled with blond bars rising. Mother in her pink dress with black ballerinas circling its bottom turned on the Victrola, tucked her dress up into pink nylon bloomer pants, kicked her legs up in the air and my sister and I pranced thru the living room, a bracelet around her. She was our Pied Piper and we were the children of Hamlin, circling her as close as the dancers on her hem

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