Oct/Nov 2009

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Heather Styka

(This is an excerpt—click on the title to view the full piece)

On Alicia Ostrikerís Theory of the Nature of Intimacy
My shoulders tighten
like a loaded crossbow
while I consider the consequences
of slapping the pear from your hand


White Noise
I often wonder
if he recognizes faces
or coats.


Amateur Astronomy
My father drives off at ungodly hours
in search of dark, open fields


Collection in a Studio Apartment
So many things can fill
a box


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