I think it was a law

Blogspot isn't doing too well with the pictures right now.
Here is another trasnslation of the O'Hara. Thanks, again, Nathan.

#19

Get back, not more than the length
of a modernist heap. A table

comes feathered like wooden
veins, joints all foldable

and swishy lines, crossing to
and fro. These average rectangles

embrace me, a burst of shape
is the chase we made. Calm as

a reaction to speech, meeting
wild and rare veneers on every side –

sliced threat wide open. The adage
is a home version of me.