Lacunosa OR Mewling at the Pillow  

                by Jayinee Basu 


In 1987 everything was ready to begin:
        that chimera of lines and clear boxes forming
        what is meaning but meaning? Very well.

It did not erupt in order. Many things erupted along the way into swans.
        You are seizures and I am patterns
        you are “quartz” and I am “pearl”

You did unfurl at dawn into a white morning glory filled with drawings.
        So beautiful as to be insulting,
         so fucking wonderful, friend.