We know D.C. Get our free newsletter to stay in the know.

Elise Paschen’s first book of poems, Infidelities, is an erratic collection of studies of the title subject. The works that celebrate lust, like “Taxi” (“Why don’t we cruise/Times Square at noon/enjoy the jam/I’m not immune/to your deft charm/in one stalled car/I’d like to take/you as you are”), feel emotionally emptier than the pieces that delve into the pain caused by a roving heart. In “My Father’s Cross,” a child accidentally locks out her father who has been out late carousing, and “12 East Scott Street,” is a tense description of a marital reconciliation: “Home is my mother finding inside/her drawer a snapshot of a blond/posing naked against beach boulders./My mother covers with her thumbs/the bottom half of the snapshot,/evenly asks, ‘Is this Nicole?’/I hold my breath and wonder whether/to answer yes. My mother takes the photograph between her thumb/and forefinger, quarters the picture,/quartering and quartering/the bits into the wastepaper basket.” Paschen reads at 7 p.m. at Chapters, 1512 K St. NW. FREE. (202) 347-5495. (Christopher Porter)