There is a code of behavior she knew
Installation, Fortnight Institute
The scent from the garden rises like heat from a body; there must be night blooming flowers, it's so strong
Red is so visible
There is a code of behavior she knew
Installation, Fortnight Institute
I know lots of things
Necks are vulnerable throats are tender
You're never going to be great
Shame
When someone held my hand it meant love
But I tell time by the moon
It had a quality which could only exist between women, between women just grown up
You didn't have to attract desire
The point at which my memory suddenly softens
I still don't name it
There is a code of behavior she knew
Installation, Fortnight Institute
Memories built themselves with almost architectural order
First she broke the sentence; now she has broken the sequence
Alone, queenlike
She would not say of herself, I am this, I am that
You feel the creature arching its back and galloping on
There is a code of behavior she knew
Installation, Fortnight Institute
Slowly they both flusehd, as though with a double shame and a double pleasure
She lay silently for a moment, composing her face into a look which would be beautiful, desirable, and dead
What I want to seem I do seem, beautiful too if that's what people want me to be
A certain secret solitary pleasure
Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time
There is a code of behavior she knew
Installation, Fortnight institute