snow white
LYN LIFSHIN
for years, locked in a
development of ranches
forgetting how to drive
she went to bed and
rose up as a virgin
got all Ašs
passed her Italian exam
thighs pale soft as snow
not that anybody would
notice on Rapple
Roar of power motors like beasts
tumbleweed blown from the
mountains like the dream
she walks into suddenly
in rooms full of strange
stooped little men
all anxious to prove their
virility as shorter
men often do. She didnšt
have anything else to
do and always had done
what was expected was
always anxious to please so
she let them see them
selves in her the way
they wanted tall and as
straight as a live oak
she cleaned the carpets
with ivory snow dreaming of
lost teeth, witches
order clothes from
the French Boot Shop
ordering books from a
catalogue so no evil
could slip in disguised as
an encyclopedia salesman
or a republican candidate
for city hall until having
a weakness for apples she
bites in deep falls in
to a blue daze is someone
in a bell jar until she
spits out what she swallowed,
rescues herself
