turn yellow, sallow as
love lemon sliced,
acid droplets, pitted,
still bearing seeds,
I will taste bitterness.
Yet; the words, I
don’t love you will
pucker thin lips
that once rose in
sweetness, still cloying,
tongued to your palate
but never mine.
I knew there was a catch.
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Lucille Gang Shulklapper is a poet and fiction
writer. Her work appears in journals and
anthologies such as Slant, Main Street Rag,
Poetic Voices Without Borders, Red Booth
Review, Consequence, and New Verse
News, as well as in four poetry chapbooks,
the most recent titled In the Tunnel (March
Street Press, 2008). She’s led poetry
workshops for The Florida Center for
the Book and those facilitated through the
Palm Beach Poetry Festival community
outreach program. Her first picture book,
Stuck in Bed, Fred, is forthcoming this year.
Having taught reading K-college, made
recordings for the blind, and raised a family, s
he is presently, a volunteer with Caregiver
Youth of America.
