Poem #39 (6 of spades) was released on the front counter at the Brunswick Street Book Store:
It was like he never heard of a shirt.
I found my underpants at birth,
spent them carefully in change rooms.
When he walked, I thought coat hangers
raked his shoulders up at the corners
and curled them out into the fit street.
My belly had skin and sense
but no more babies: I praised it so.
I woke to rain on my face
it was like I had never heard of tears
I found my tears at birth.