By Gabriella R. Talmadge
Constant state of what. Word for word for what.
what wounded. Thirst of what, tending the fires of what.
what of unknown origin. what a chronic condition.
what this foreign body. what slipping like steam
from a carcass on I-40. what fugitive.
what lost. what a ran horse emptied.
Inhabiting this land of what.
Living through this what, snow blindness.
This hail, my teeth, it grows in me this snow,
this all-inclusive what. This whoosh of whoa
goes past me, driving and what holds me
by the throat. Chandelier of lightning, lamp
of what around the moon. Tide by tide, I tow each blank
hemisphere, I lope. On the highway signs say
Lay Down Your what and be Saved,
say Feed Your Strangers, say Hang In There, Baby.
Fast and metal, this blind bomb, I run.
Little transient what, I go. Caught
in the deep of the dark, my what
a thousand years or more—
kingdom of what, place of dazzling
zoologies of what, herds of what, flocks of what,
stumbling drunk under the heaven of what.
Cathedral hush and hunting, mapping
and splintering, digging and burying,
drawn and dawning on me, a cleft.
what a mirror and mile marker, portrait gallery
of having left.
Photos by Christian Sorensen Hansen, West Coast based ocular illusionist. See more at http://christiansorensenhansen.com/.