John Donne was dean of St. Paul’s

born a girl I’d have been Pauline

it’s good to hear your other name

names are of interest

doors we pass through to break down

side doors are usually the best way

a series of interrogation rooms

this short curriculum

with the sacked city we are always fleeing

bright on our backs

to make from debris a new thing

it makes me think of my other life

this minor chord

if I step a certain way

or put out my hand…

mist this morning over the ballfield

last night I left my coat

over a wooden banister

now I get colder while my coat

has nobody and no trouble