I A prelude written, then unwritten. I wrote her another poem once and did she…

I (far from Arcadia) Having seen a detail small as a crescent of chipped paint,…

I So much for signs and sky-cleaving script. Vacancy’s blue heartbeat shines in the ginger…

I I much enjoyed the leather demoiselles, their streetwise riffs somebody else’s lies. The blouse…

I Spiders swarm the gutted melon, spurned seeds roulette the popadom tiles, thousand-tongued, insect-eyed goddess.…