For some reason, 21 March is designated World Poetry Day. So here, from ten years ago, is the first poem I ever published in a proper magazine (PN Review 177, to be precise). Or maybe one of the first poems: I think there are some things that have got lost or that I have allowed to be lost or have deliberately lost, but not many as I am shameless. And I think there are things I would have done differently in this poem if I were allowed to fiddle with it now, but that’s not really my job anymore. 
