Lyn Lifshin When There's No Good Tango When you need a little more staccato, when it's one step after another, no fire, no pizzazz. When the love-hate fizz is gone, no wild lure, no La Cucaracha in the sheets, over a no candle dinner, a cold potatoes and squash mood, a no twists a no come hither, no attitude, no swirls and swivels, no dazzling poetry of hips. It just snows and drizzles three weeks straight, over coats instead of flaming colors slit up the thigh, way past the Buenos Aires |