the healing muse

Volume 12, 2012

When You Talk About Making Dinner for Friends

Lyn Lifshin

when you retire in five
years I say nothing. I’m
thinking only to the
first snow, to a white
blanketing us together.
When my mother talked
of her next spring, I
thought only of a summer,
a few weeks of lilacs,
roses. “We’ll visit Virginia,
DC once a year,” you
say and I’m trying to
remember mantras of
hearts and valve repairs.
You see yourself in a
kitchen with copper pots
and ladles, definitely
not a white tile floor that
shows every stain while
I try not to stare at
the floor as if if I dug in
I’d uncover cracked skulls,
bones your words still
cling to, heart tissue, all
I’m afraid to lose

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