Curve, by HEATHER McHUGH

Freezeburn forms whirlpools and bearfur has curve.

My line is gravity’s

sheer vertical.

Memory’s the same

seme. Sail a memo

down: There’s the spooled

real: plunge into simul-

cast. Caught up in the network is

a blue planet, sinner par

excellence.

It’s too small.

Throw it back.

From “Hinge & Sign” by Heather McHugh. (Wesleyan/New England: $14.95 paper; 219 pp.) 1994 Reprinted by permission.