Steve Subrizi has written an excellent little book of poems. I've been a fan of his work for a while, even before our ill-fated romance (c. July-August 2009) [Let's face it, Cass, the sparks were gone on July 5th - Ed.], and Newly Wild Hedgehog showcases his subtlety, wit, and charm--qualities I hope he is also finally honing re: the ladies.
"Check Your Windshield" is probably the best poem I've ever read about someone you love dating someone else, but my favorite moment in the whole thing comes from the prose poem "Migrating to Portland," which also supplies the title: "She had grown seven feet taller and may never have seen me wearing glasses."
If you want some context for that, you should read Steve's book. If you don't, you're a moron, and you should read Steve's book. If you see him give a reading, you should also buy Steve's book. Maybe buy two copies.
Cassandra de Alba is Mexican, Jewish, and very strange. She has used a poem about making out with Steve on Independence Day to win several poetry slams. She lives in Somerville, MA.