Lisa Fishman
Instructions / Confessions
New Poems From the USA

Then raid the larder of licorice

Then leave the gun where you found it
in the woods behind the house

Then peel off some birch bark
to save it for paper and lose it

among the hairpins on your mother’s shelf

Then find the accounts of the body
in Anais Nin’s two volumes

Then become the two bodies
one for pleasure, one for sorrow

Then sing for your supper
down among the willows

wearing many buttons
on your two white blouses