The Artificial Infinite
like a room with an open window, we
neither exit nor entrance,
fully: so the ghosts crossed our thresholds:
they have all gone out, they have all gone in:
the little houses leaning into the field of grass, the water
tower levitating into the sky, the roadside drill
that digs in the grit:
shock of the human
continuously beating but irregularly: so absence
fills with expectation, overfills: and the thing is
Copyright © 2019 Gina Franco. This poem was originally published in Quarterly West. Used with permission of the author.
Gina Franco is the author of The Accidental, winner of the 2019 CantoMundo Poetry Prize and forthcoming from the University of Arkansas Press, and The Keepsake Storm (University of Arizona Press, 2004).
Date Published: 2019-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/artificial-infinite