Ventriloquist
push of your hand behind my skull crash of your chest against my back fear I might glimpse your strained face fear love will whittle the borders that keep us that keep us witness you cauliflower ecstasy peek to see your sealed lids worm a cold desire so many things spoken for (Van Gogh's damp ear)
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Maya Pindyck grew up in Massachusetts and lives in Brooklyn, NY. She holds an MFA from Sarah Lawrence College.
Her chapbook, Locket, Master, won a Poetry Society of America Chapbook Fellowship. She is also the recent winner of Bellingham Review's 49th Parallel Poetry Award.