The ruin we made of our garden
Is confusing even today.
Seven trees times three

Somewhere between Norway and Ireland
volcanic rocks and glaciers leap from the sea
My map has failed me, I’m there

My enemy keeps
a bowl of anemones
on my bedside table

When you pressed two rings,
the one larger than the other,
into my tongue, you crushed my hunger.

“When one brain was weary / one heart was not.”