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On Alicia Ostriker’s 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