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

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