Lyn Lifshin
My Mother Wants Lambchops,
Steaks, Lobster, Roast Beef
something to get
her teeth in.
Forget the shakes
cancer patients
are supposed to
choose, forget
tapioca pudding
vanilla ice,
she wants what
is full of blood,
something to
chew to get
the red color
out of, something
she can attack
fiercely. My
mother, who never
was namby pamby,
never held her
tongue, never
didn't attack
or answer back,
worry about
angering or hurt-
ing anybody but
said what she
felt and wouldn't
walk any tight-
rope, refuses the
pale and delicate
for what's blood,
what she can
chew, even spit
out if she
needs
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