even tho it's not
raining, it might
as well be. You
can cut the pewter
Grey's a thick
grease anything
not vicious
would slide from
Come on, don't tell
me you don't know
mornings like this.
Don't you some
mornings just not
give a shit about
everything that
was everything,
that mattered?
he leaves, a
rash of
viciousness, thick
smoke I can't
breathe in. I
can't let go,
each grenade
closer to
its target.
One phone call
to his machine
won't do it
Like all wars,
dark wreckages
blooming from
what's already
a shell of itself
the stink of is words,
I can't pirouette:
they're stones,
not blood in my
body. Rage clots,
a stone baby
I've been
pregnant with 13
years. The bigger it
grows, the more
it tears up, suffocates
until nothing
normal people do
is possible
Lyn Lifshin's recent prizewinning book, Before It's Light, was published winter 1999-2000 by Black Sparrow press, following their publication of Cold Comfort in 1997. Another Woman Who Looks Like Me is currently available from Black Sparrow-David Godine. Her poems have appeared in most literary and poetry magazines and she is the subject of an award winning documentary film, Lyn Lifshin: Not Made of Glass available from Women Make Movies. For more information, her web site is www.lynlifshin.com.