- Epidural
My legs feel like someone else’s.Touching my knee is like touching
an island on a map.How am I supposed to know
when he is leaving me?I am supposed to control it, I think,
this push of one body from anotherand I do and you come sliding out.
I should have known when he askedwhy I was crying.
The new boy on my chestdidn’t seem the obvious answer.
I love him more than you—was what he wanted me to say.
And I could have. Over and over.Leave us, I should have said. [End Page 54]
Ellyn Lichvar is a staff member of Spalding University’s Low-Residency MFA in Writing Program and is the assistant managing editor of The Louisville Review. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Journal, Parcel, Typo, Whiskey Island, The Boiler Journal, and others.