Leaning Over Eros (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
She recognizes him at last as Other, not Self. I see her in my mind, hot wax about to plummet ...
She recognizes him at last as Other, not Self. I see her in my mind, hot wax about to plummet ...
Moscow ballet at seven in the evening. You look at everything. You lay your cheek against my shoulder, smoothing down ...
Fold this, our daughter's grave, and seal it with your kiss. For all the love I gave, you owe me ...
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