Instantaneously and repeatedly, Blank serves a station for our senses, making possible an impression of continuance. Subject comes to be formed in much the same way. And so, Blank comes to be found thoroughly interspersed throughout Subject, forming an integral part of any act.
The doctor had said he could fix everything / Except the eyes.
I memorized / my whole life in order / to release it
The end of autumn / unfolds in a series of textures and places: / rough towels, the laundry, / the green walls of a place I belonged to.
It will continue to break, and soon, sing, elated by time, after the fact, and failure
As a girl, that’s how you made it / to first base. You didn’t kiss, / you were kissed.
I slept in the back seat like a bad thought.
And Cathay was not China.
And Vietnam was not China
Nor made in China—but close enough.
He will teach me how to seduce / Men, stags, double-winged angels
between brownstones / where yearning / confesses its nature
but no one is always on your side / not even a poet