What Nothing Reveals—poem

Another poem of mine that appeared in the great (print) poetry journal The Hat, in 2007:

What Nothing Reveals

                                    for Susan Wheeler

Freakish, nothing burst into nothing where you

were gathering nothing frantically, phonetically.

Nothing is flying, Nothing a

calamity of nothing–or perhaps they said

nothing. This left nothing, that left nothing

and he, nothing, had it, too.

Now nothing rearranges nothing.

On the right there is nothing, nothing

or nothing, in a bright and terrifying nothing.

Nothing altered nothing. Pressed to the rear of

nothing toward nothing, you started with nothing

with nothing that troubles you still. Like nothing

who only dreamed, you can’t shake nothing.

Nothing, straightened now, is white against nothing.

Nothing confirms. Nothing replies.

There is nothing like nothing.

Nothing drops out.

You pay for nothing.

There is nothing to fill nothing,

nothing yawing in nothing

on nothing.