November 19 Poem By David Lehman

November 19 Poem By David Lehman

for Beth Ann Fennelly
Do I still like to think
of myself in the third
person? I do, I mean,
he does. He liked, too,
to read the paper on
the couch with a cup
of coffee in his robe
daydreaming of a girl
he hadn’t met who
liked doing a pirouette
in an ankle-length
silvery gray skirt
that flares in a full
circle when she does so.
Not that she planned
to do so onstage, but
it was nice to know
she could. She thought
of herself as a fair warrior
on the strand hearing
the warring voices
of the sea, and he was
her demon lover, who,
liked sitting around,
dreaming of the things,
he liked, like the girl
who shoplifted lipstick
because she liked
the sound of its name.

November 19 Poem By David Lehman

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