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Lynne Savitt |
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GIVING UP THE GHOST for a.m. did you get the card for the memorial our friend, noel, "celebration of a life most thoughtfully lived" what will they say about us i ask you as we raise martini glasses & light a joint looking at photos of all our old lovers eleven boxes in the decades we've known each other's lovers cowboys, convicts, poets, professors, artists, mechanics, doctors, chefs, motorcycle racers, an indian chief & an actor we never thought this day would come as you are to the service for once illuminating beauty but dulled by wind & sun mapped faces once juicy as our sex lives now dry as feet we cream with aloe & shea butter me up with kind words praising a life of thoughtless pursuit & dwindling resources oh, but the sweet memory & exaggeration of love lies in stories bloated purple with details how gentle & obsessed he was, how virile & devoted our tales become classic swill but our mirrors don't lie look at us corpses in training big red smears for mouths never close the coffin & sing me a dirge wrap me in gold flecked red velvet use movie camera to capture event i promise if you go first i'll take the sea green tulle & sequined scallop shells float you on a gardenia covered kayak either way, sweet pal, don't let the legends fade crying old lovers pulled from graves & life to mourn us most dramatically queens of poetry & passion may we live forever [Index] |
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Thunder Sandwich #26 - Summer/Fall 2005 |
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