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