TO POEM
all night
you banged
in my head
poking your fingers
thru me, hot for
blood and then
in the morning
stretching out on
the table
flaunting your muscles
when you knew there wasn't time.
Later in the car
you made me dizzy.
But worse, how you
made my love jealous
perching in my hair
with those stiff wings.
And now, bastard,
alone with me finally
the chance to
scares you off
—Lyn Lifshin