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Categories of Understanding


I'm studying the unspoken.
"What?" my son asks.
"What are you looking at?"
But there is no explaining,
I can only speak the way light
falls, the way the cotton sheet
lays itself over his sleeping or resting
or dissolving body, touching him with
its ephemera, its oblivion.


Catherine Barnett

The Game of Boxes
Graywolf Press


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