TATIANA
by Lyn Lifshin
In her cran
berry shorts
cut off to show
legs thinner
than you'd imagine
gulping fudge
damp hair over
burnt sienna lips
glistening licorice
eyes look down
crumble into
pirouettes as
if the turns
were her life
swooping down,
collapsing
a plane feathering
its engines
for the crash