(R.A.D. Stainforth and lemons and so on...)
Those lemons I bought at Christmas
are
still in the fridge―
I
had the best intentions
of
squeezing them in Bloody Marys,
slathering
curd on holiday toast,
but
my pucker forgot,
preoccupied
with pressing
unseasonal
lemonade,
playing
spoon and sugar,
flaying
lodberries
with
your lips.
tk/February 2013
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Joseph Lorusso |