A Fourteen-Line Poem on Heteronymic

Our world goes nowhere except its own elsewhere
What kind of sentence is that? 
No one is responding, but everyone is vibrating with address
All of us stationed before the same absence
Like glass sheets; we see right through us to the air
Real life is Elsewhere
It is right Here
The bald child 
Is a failed clairvoyant
But he can peer through walls to teeth and other things: soap
Mathias kisses Lucy’s Head
Someone shoots my book, shoots it straight through
I allow a relation 
Between addiction and adore

Copyright © 2019 by Julie Carr. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on August 21, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.