THE MAD GIRL LONGS FOR DESIRE BUT IS TERRIFIED OF IT
for days in Austin whenher skin felt on fire,
scorch marks from where
his body grazed her
skin. It was one thing to
lure him, flirt outragedly
on paper. 3 AM in the
wet Texas air, her
hair curling like she hated
while he told her how
his mother plunged into
Niagara Falls, told
her what heĠd never
said to anyone. Now she
dreads April with
green coming back, trillium
pushing thru the dead
leaves, thru damage, thru
this deadness she
wanted to take her in
its arms and waltz
her into
oblivion
lyn lifshin