Even though I am not sure what to do with my "dictionary" poems from a narrative arc standpoint, I still write them.

im / per / a / tive

1: A peremptory blond
puts me in a diagram,
ignores the women's room
even though I can hear
a small fan 
        -fueled echo.

2: Her grainy tongue 
licks the end 
of a pock-marked pencil.

3: I admire her riding coat,
its box pleats.

4: She doesn't care for obtuse-
ness from any angle and talks
in four corners
in four corners
in four corners
in four cor

5: I shrink to a point,
backing away from the grid
      impervious to schematics.

6: I find truth
doesn't square 
with the emphasis.