And he looked at me like the ground under his feet had never been necessary,

Like we were nothing that never existed, an absence

A hole that was always meant to be filled

When here I thought we had always been Nothing

Which, you see, is quite difference

It is a nothing with a presence, it is a Something without a name

It is a hole that was meant to never ben filled

For it looks more beautiful as a cavernous grotto

I refuse to believe that is we were not Something, we must now be nothing,

I refuse to believe that Nothing is impossible

There was just us in a Real Space which was forgiving enough to allow

Nothing to exist.


A Note for kNothing

48 " x 96"

white latex paint, drywall, spackle, 2x4s

2011