Featured Poet: lyn lifshin

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"INDEED, WHY DIDN'T WE?" There, like a tongue any place you can imagine it could go. Before, e mails were hotter than Austin nights. Electrical, I know what burned could scorch. You were safe in paper. In reviews, it's an e mail affair. They can't feel the flame of your thigh after three margaritas. Or that I shook that my body wasn't perfect enough. A hunk others gasped and of course there were the bare armed young girls in their summer dresses. You write, "missing in action love, and, indeed, why didn't we?" and this slick grey I slog thru shines and now, as if seven years hadn't dissolved. I imagine the ache in La Rosa bar, drunk on lust or wanting, that longing for what those thick musky nights I haven't felt since _____________________