UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
LYN LIFSHIN

Like a Blues Singer

moaning under the ground,
bottle of whiskey on the grave.
Your e mail dogs me
all dark Monday

youíre falling east
and Iím finally not panting,
donít need my mojo
or a black cat bone

to not call out your name
in the I-canít-ever-have-of
you. If I donít change the
lock in blood Iíll mail

you the keys in the drawers.
Itís already like money burning
in a pocket. I could have
used more than that other

April. Now youíre words
on each line, one broken up
like any bad connection. Could
be like the one early cherry
having over the Tidal Basin
sign of whatís ahead


When I see she is reading Thursday

I think of the last
reading, halfway in
to chemo. I donít
remember her hair
any different but how,
after a few hours
she nodded off. It
was the first time I
remember her with
out a cigarette. Her
husband joking, she
applauded the others,
read a short poem
herself. Half a year
between when he
helped her out of
the chair, when they
left early. And the
news: palliative
only, spread to the
pancreas, brain
stem. I sent yellow
tulips. ďShe will be
home in a few
days on e mail from
her daughter. ďSheís
had her favorite,
pepperoni. Iím not
sure she knows what her
friends know. I think
how she would
intimidate me with
her strength, took over
the room, the work
shop, kept it in control
as I know she will
reading as if there was
nothing special, one
more in a string of what,
like all sheís taken
charge of she is
sure she still can


Just out from Lyn Lifshin: THE LICORICE DAUGHTER: MYYEAR WITH RUFFIAN,
Texas Review Press. Coming JUNE: ANOTHER WOMAN WHO LOOKS LIKE ME.
She has over 120 books & edited 4 anthologies.

Her last two Black Sparrow books, COLD COMFORT and BEFORE ITíS LIGHT
won Paterson Review Awards and Black Sparrow at David Godine will publish
ANOTHER WOMAN WHO LOOKS LIKE ME. New also: IN MIRRORS, AN
UNFINISHED STORY, THE DAUGHTER I DONíT HAVE, SHE WAS FOUND
TREADING WATER

Her website: www.lynlifshin.com







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