Recently I am consumed with reading about the different types of concrete. My research into post-tensioned and pre-tensioned concrete is more complex than my relationship with my lover. I use grey post it notes to mark the chapters I feel relevant and think will fit into my current work. Between June and October, I write seventeen poems which feature peaches and pre-tensioned concrete and the fact I can feel mohair between my unflossed teeth. I wonder if I should blame my hormones again.