Robert Ostrom


Where the other half
Of my humor

Is familiar, darlings rage
Days numbered and dark-

Skinned, an orange
I pare in the morning

To find another of her hairs
Even this is providential

Forgive me my salt
My crowded temper

My hand enacted here
Is vainglory and wishful

Unpaired earrings
Sit in a drawer beside my head

I am afraid
Of what the others do