Then do it for me. Suppose there’s a blue plate
on a white table, somewhere in a house

in this town. Imagine behind each house front a
well-defined object or furniture. Suppositions are

trial desires. But know precisely where to find a
spiral staircase, so that you,

when in dismay, can steal a step or banister from it
and rebuild it slowly in your room.

Call me when it’s finished. Someone must
carry you up it, sideways.