Sandra Simonds
"Dear Montana,"
for Zach Barocas
There is no g(ah-hum)d—
of that, I can be sure
And in going to Istanbul, well, that’s when we notice the leaning tower of Pisa, and it brings
us back to 9th grade mathematics; we notice
the soft glands on the red fish.
[Example: electron selectron
photon photino
gluon gluino
graviton gravition]
Youth’s hopeful in its animal is.
but whatever gravitation blurred your woods—whatever weak pull
took
took such that it was impossible to stay alive.
The wilderness shook a bit
around the wrist, sucked in the trees as if
that green was born black as an embryo.
Splotch on the map.
New York. Los Angeles. Caracas. Baracas.
Timber goes creek and we,
we walked in a figure eight.