PANIC

later, the stain
of it still clings
to fish net
stalking like 
the blue
you're sure
her eyes were
before light
at 4 in
the morning
when its a 
miracle you can
put the key
in the car door
and stay on 
the highway
back to a room
you're amazed
you still know.
It leaks onto
sheets ruins
pale silk,
indelible as
night, caustic
as the verbs
you couldn't 
and wouldn't 
say   more
haunting by
their absence

- Lyn Lifshin

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