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Lilith on the Subway




Poetry by Erin Lynn

Lilith on the Subway 
The noon train moans through the valley of ashes
toward the gray skyline, liquid silver in daylight.

In the tunnel her reflection warns of the year
that starved the sex from off her bones.

She serves oysters rockefeller at the dinner
shift and thinks of Montauk, brine and storm.

By night, the other passengers have aged,
having digested and discarded the morning paper.

Another stack of bones is not news,
the bulge in every pocket is a gun or a gun.

Lilith would prefer a train of oysters,
each with his nacre and no taste for chatter.

Eat this dinner and forgive our kind.









Wearing Daydream Nation 

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