I am in Collected Works Bookshop in Melbourne. Kris Hemensley is lounging on a bean bag at my feet. He speaks to me. I don't know what he is saying. It could be Are you laughing? or Are you leaving? or Are you lava? The others in the room are setting up a white screen over the shelving for Australian poets. I leave before the screening, still wondering what it was Kris said.