Asking You Because of where we walk, there is very little light, but your face shines. I turn to ask you if the Magna Graecia temples in ruin aren’t beautiful and you say sì, sì. I touch the gaping mouth of Neptune and he swallows my hand, his face lighting up for a moment. For some things I have no memory –where I left my car keys,what my ex-lover wrote in a text last week,why exactly I came here. But I like to know the names of Greeks and what they did –Sisyphus, Hesperus, Asopus –and later, I want to know the name of these columns that limitrophe your house like a sort of fence. Wide brick trunks opening into frames, branches holding the field of corn and the stars I might be mistaking for planets heavy next to us. Recorded in Ambian Studios, New Zealand.