Pieces
LYN LIFSHIN
an orange studded
with cloves
chilled apples
amber
stayed all
night a long
time that
winter
stars eating
our eyes
later I
found out
about that
painting
pieces,
chunks from a
time when
everything
was fragments
I didn't know
what to do
or now with pieces
of feeling
there must be
something to
save I kept
thinking
but I didn't
know why