Novels Seem To Me To Be Richer,

All The Unhurried Day / Your Mind Lay Open Like A Drawer Of Knives.

I Wouldn't Mind Seeing China If I Could Come Back The Same Day.

Boys Dream Of Native Girls Who Bring Breadfruit, Whatever They Are.

Home Is So Sad. It Stays As It Was Left, / Shaped To The Comfort Of The Last To Go / As If To Win Them Back

On Me Your Voice Falls As They Say Love Should, Like An Enormous Yes.