Poem | Brooklyn Radiator

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Another Wednesday, another chill
deep enough the oven’s on and open.

It’s two days till we 
touch, bump our

butts maneuvering
the boxlike studio, 

warmed by gas blue-flamed
to roast some orange rootstuff.

The sweetness and the stuffiness,
my slippers on your feet, blankets

draped, the room preheated by
my “Brooklyn radiator,” and you,

with your visible delight
in toastiness and life—

I tug my blanket. Behind the wall
an alley’s worth of snow comes down.

Published in the January 2021 issue: 
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John Linstrom is series editor of the Liberty Hyde Bailey Library for Cornell University Press. His poems and nonfiction have recently appeared or are forthcoming in Atlanta Review, the New Criterion, the Antioch Review, and elsewhere.

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