PANIC 

	a gargoyle
	perched behind
	your molars
	starts swelling
	sticks a fang in
	your cheek's 
	soft skin,
	another down
	your esophagus
	as if more is
	invading you
	than the
	shakes and it
	is setting
	up road blocks
	no province
	inside your
	body won't 
	know the 
	checkpoints of

		- Lyn Lifshin

Links to other sites on the Web

www.lynlifshin.com

All rights to this poem belong to its author.

---

This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page