This poem is taken from PN Review 215, Volume 40 Number 3, January - February 2014.
Notes from an Execution
O conscience so precious and so clear,
How small a fault is a sharp tooth to you.
Purgatorio, canto 3
English Harmonics
Shaggy, big-boned
conifer
all fingers and toes
you need me so
that I might see you
autumning
in the hairdresser's brisk
nor'
nor'easterly
elsewhere
in a time of hats
and innocence
a chameleon
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