Poetry. "Waiting for her at the station. The long black car. Turns in the road, trees lit up by headlights. Crunch of pebbles. The entryway: dark wood, perfume, a clock ticking. The note on the stair, Welcome to your ancestral home, held in place with a white shell. Trunk and suitcases carried up the curved staircase; each step carefully polished. Past paintings, bookcases, a Civil War musket. Lampshade reflected in window. The starch sheet turned down over soft blanket. Thank you. Goodnight. Out the window, across the bay, red lights flashing on a tower"-from "Starched Sheet." Saddlestapled chapbook.