now when I don't want
you blues
you catch a whiff

of rose and our knees crumble


I’d like to say it took one night for

you to call but it’s been years


You did the work, making me

up as you wanted. Then, you said


I whined. I drank too much.

You’ve even got the color


of my dress wrong: I never

wear orange. But if it pleases you,


I’ll play along like any woman

faking orgasm. You think my


cheetah thighs, yours then,

were the silkiest, my mouth a


national treasure. There was

danger you write, my high heels


so close to your face.

So what if I was in ballet


shoes or sandals I’ll

go along, knowing


the farther I get from you

in time the more


you want me


  —Lyn Lifshin
Lyn Lifshin's poetry collection,
"Barbaro: Beyond Brokeness,"
about the courageous race
horse, is forthcoming from
Texas Review Press.
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