Here is a small section from the opening:
Abandon, what I did when you touched me
that winter with an ungloved hand.
Ache, the heal of broken things: bones, disappointments.
Perhaps, under some circumstances, the formal structure of an index allows the jumbled emotions, thoughts and memories associated with
bereavement to be partly framed and organized – in the same way a trellis might support full-grown wisteria in a Japanese memorial garden.