"It is early evening. I turn on the television."
Gwen had joined us.
"The Poet Laureate is reading new poetry.
Behind him a monitor which fills the wall flashes multicolored squares of text,
and he begins to read:

'Email is neither pressed between the pages of the family bible
nor is it bundled with other electronic love letters
and tied with blue silk ribbons.

I think about you all the time,' Gunter had said
by email.'"