by Lyn Lifshin
the look on his face,
startled? A grin?
Nauseous? A huge
laugh? Let’s say
he was on Candid
Camera– the lens
moves on, focuses
on his fingers. Do
they pause? Could
they delete without
opening? Could I
be so unlike the
woman he made
up I suppose 2 years
ago and could only
long for when I was
the whole country
away? Once he
wrote me he might
leave, go to Europe,
just fuck. Maybe
he saw me as all
those cities, my jacket
and books hostage
in his room and
when I picked them
up without anything
happening, I became
cock tease # 722
as the camera moves
in to see him hit, since
he can’t touch me,
the delete button
*Lyn's website: http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm
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