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senri recently admired Kate Camp's poem The Insomniac Learns a Lot. I have a few more Camp poems here, because I should think they'd be difficult to get overseas.

Dear Sir

I have received your visit and comments, with regret.
I am always disappointed to lose a lover,
especially a long-standing lover like yourself,
and I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for your past contribution.
I enclose a list of our recent sexual encounters,
which I hope will be of interest.

Regarding your concerns about our relationship,
I can certainly sympathise with your position.
However, like most things in life,
relationships are not simple,
and I can assure you
that my policies have been decided
after careful consideration
of the best available science.

This correspondence is now closed.



Broken Glass to Evening Dress

Man has made a splendid job of everything.

See him build and locomote himself
capture animals, measure the weather.

From the most unpromising beginnings
he produces useful and beautiful things.

In the afternoon he chews on the grass or
lies, a beach of ribby dunes to wash on.

Ingeniously he hides his veins of boys
-enberry, morsels of jelly, choc chops.

Yes man has many secrets he draws out
in treacly strands, hid in his factory,

spinning from filaments a dainty dress which once
was marbles, milk bottles, mirror shards.

Think of the hazard this broken glass was
to the community! It will now cease

to be ugly and dangerous but will
have a sheen rivalling that of silk.

The present century teems with wonder.