Prolusion This is my kitchen.
I looked around. You think I would have noticed before
that it was safe. (I started to feel.) What I wanted first
was color. I intended terra cotta,
but the paint turned
twice as vibrant:
true orange. (And then I became used to
boldness.) Doreen Gildroy's second book of poems is a marvel of lyric exactitude. On the surface a book...
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