Gillian Sze has an impeccable eye for the cartographies of sensuality. Take this bit from “Mapping the Garden” in Peeling Rambutan . . .
A brothel of lilacs
Four bushes of heavy-chested women.
Their embraces can last two weeks.
They jostle you between them,
their perfume solid as solder.
In my first quick glance over these lines, I carried over the “i” of “solid” and found a “soldier” under the “solder”. No wonder: apply a bit of heat and it fuses.
And so for day 2158