{now you've spent a whole month in the ground} lyn lifshin past muscle memory. In ballet some way tendons and sinews move are like a computer whose files won’t erase. Phantom pain, an old story. But what of the tissues that connected to what was gone, a leg exploding across a mine field, there and not there like a lover who says its not you and dissolves. With you, I was like a Siamese twin who survives the other but never heals, burns, stays raw where the hearts and lungs connected |