Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

Sleeping with Lorca — Lyn Lifshin

It’s not true, he never chose women. I ought to know. It was Grenada and the sun falling behind the Alhambra was flaming lava. I could say I was too but some things should be left unsaid. But I remember his fingers on the buttons on the back of my neck, my skin burned as … Continue reading