Punctuated with plump full-stops,

and curious apostrophes,

in this uneasy rhythm she

has discovered an untried script.

It encircles, twisting around

the frayed fringes of cut fabrics:

curtain remnants, lace and chiffon.

Appliquéd with hesitant lines,

misaligned edges and crude strokes

disclose changes of direction.

Revisions wriggling and scrolling

are interspersed with large commas.

At times the unconfined point

rushes ahead, the pedal push

too fast. These glyphs and cedillas

are part of her new lexicon,

her concrete poetry. She is

sewing a new orthography.