February 14th, 2013
Lyn Lifshin
HONEYSUCKLE
bees, my
skin smells
of sun, the
insides of
roses. I want
to eat that
light. Every
thing that
grows does.
—from Rattle #37, Summer 2012
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Lyn Lifshin
HONEYSUCKLE
bees, my
skin smells
of sun, the
insides of
roses. I want
to eat that
light. Every
thing that
grows does.
—from Rattle #37, Summer 2012
What a perfect little evocation of summer on this February day. I want to memorize this poem and carry it with me everywhere.