Walking through summer towards the hair salon in Primrose Hill two women drift by, one saying to the other: I have always wanted to do two things: learn to play the electric guitar and the other desire lost among voices and the space between their mouths and my blue skirt trembling around my ankles. I cross the bridge, men and women speaking on cell phones, running to the train, their longings unknown, sharp, pressing into the ground, your longing hovering somewhere between my fingers, mine in the heat just above the pavement.
Eve Grubin is the author of Morning Prayer (Sheep Meadow Press) and The House of Our First Loving (Rack Press). Her poems can be found in American and British literary publications such as American Poetry Review, The North, PN Review, The New Republic, and Poetry Review. She teaches at NYU in London. See www.evegrubin.com.
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