EXTRACT: I wrote a new one. For you. (pause) Tear off your robe, stand on the roof naked, look at the stars and say, Like This./ Stare into your eyes, stroke your smooth soft belly covered with sand and say, Like/ This./ Plunge into the ocean, hear the forest singing underwater./ When the wound is open, pour in the salt. Close your eyes. The stars./ Alone, copperflecked sand eyes, green or brown, only a candle, or a/ flute, or a journal, or your cigarettes. Like this, I am smouldering.