In her own words...
"A Table of Content"
2004
On pale cloth, artistically arranged
musical objects
(she used to sing):
a mandolin, bottom up,
a crumpled score,
(if played he might not like it),
a pile of books
in disrespectful disarray.
Tablemap.
A lighted lamp.
White grapes.
Class adjourned. Quietude clings like tedium,
pulsing green and
coiled around him,
vinelike.
He thinks he likes it
on the classroom table
of multiplication
eating purple grapes.
Lessons aside.
Muffled cries, heard, unheard.
He thinks he likes it.
Moving object, bottle-shaped,
rising topaz bubbles.
Why wait?
Wait. . . .