RR Lyrae: Matter
He still exists as flesh; it's the idea that's dissipated—: husband :—what was he? But a word I loved? There is no panacea for missing syllables: his body: we all know what matter's mostly made of—: space obtains—: One day I realized I beleive—: the space in everything is God: that force of present absence: pen: expanse: I grieve— ] old fashioned: distance: squinting it into view [ between body and name—in here!—I'm loose as love is—: nebulous—: what good this pointillism—: our eyes won't do—: Sometimes the absences in us seem so profuse, I wonder we don't pass through wood.
From ] Open Interval [. Copyright © 2009 by Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon. Used with permission of University of Pittsburgh Press.