Lyn Lifshin
POEMS
 
Because of This We Were Late, Everything Got Mixed Up. Later I Broke the Door. Or, the Leaving


I thought it was
odd at first. Take
off your clothes
you
said, unbuttoning yours,
putting the Polaroid
on a timer

we laughed about what
would turn up. One

caught us
moving. But the other,

my hand touching you
lightly, chilled

we didn't expect any
thing so haunting

strangely like Masaccio's
Adam and Eve