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Today I picked up Teen Spies, a collection of poems from Jane Yeh, published by Meter Editions back in 2003. It has a number of interesting poems, which are mostly studies of one kind or another, including; Ook the Owl, a quirky Harry Potter inspired, critique of show business, through the narration of an Owl: ‘sadly I owe my success to typecasting’; Blue China: “In the Great Fire / Of 1666, glazing reversed itself and ran down the window-panes / Until every piece of bottle-bottomed glass / Fell out: a dripping Restoration.; and Teen Spies itself: “We kill time waiting for our lives to start”. Pride of place, however goes to Adultery, with its unforgettable finale: “Even if the phone rings now I won’t stop”.