1





Anything cancels

everything out.



If each point

is a singularity,



thrusting all else

aside for good,



“good” takes the form

of a throng

of empty chairs.



Or  it’s ants

swarming a bone.





       2 



I’m afraid

I don’t love

my mother

who’s dead



though I once –

what does “once” mean? –

did love her .



So who’ll meet me over yonder?

I don’t recognize the place names.



Or I do, but they come

from televised wars.