DISH in a purple field of paterson’s curse did not run away with the spoon the countryside lush again web of steel struts and mesh aimed at heaven a perfect circle like the moon they landed on and the cow jumped over FASHION WEEK Parading full-length fertility and gown breasts and waist cinched in corsetry concave the meridians of her frame Hooked and eyed into the bodice so tight her ribcage could be unlaced revealing her heart pinned like a brooch Slung from dazzling shoulders a dappled cape cascades to the catwalk ode to autumn in all its seasons Clenched…