after Alexander McQueen and Virginia Woolf
 
I knew a woman when I saw one, though
not, as they said, in the usual way (laughs). I saw
the skeleton beneath, opened my eyes,
which had seen only my thoughts,
 
and thought the sky good to eat. I became
methodical as nature. These selves of which we
build ourselves up – noble, humane, greedy,
vicious – too many for nothing. I had
 
the look of innocence, though technically
the word no longer applied (laughs again). I embroidered
orchards, made damask bloom and fade, more
auroral than the white sun as it sank,
 
so that s/he could breathe, I am alive. Each
time, an evening we made so astonishing.