Chitra Ganesh, To Assemble a Flying Car (detail), 2018, linocut on tan BFK Rives. Courtesy of the artist & Durham Press.
I Cannot Name Him
I know him by despair,
know his truck is the truck
that levels the trees I know him
late at night in bed, dark lake—
one great eye opening suddenly.
I awaken in the ink-fleck to the call
of my name and find no one there—
stuck breath, echoed third—
air static, staccato, disturbed.
