Tuesday, March 21, 2006

poetry from Lyn Lifshin

ONE FATHER HEARS HIS SON CALLING FOR A NEW TRUCK


his older one
happy about the
dollar from the
tooth fairy. ‘I
always hated to
leave her to go
to work.” Now
I hear them in the
ashes, they are
ashes. When I
think of flooring
the gas, my body
won’t m move





Lyn Lifshin

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