I did not always recognize the pleasure—
but it is unavoidable:
the slice. The way he bends into it.
Briefly. Then leaves.
I am full of wanting.
The sheer physicality of it
questions: you know what they are.
I shall not miss him is a lie.
Page Hill Starzinger lives in downtown Manhattan and is copy director at Aveda. She has poems forthcoming from Colorado Review and Kenyon Review.