here's a poem that isn't about what it's about. here's a window in the sky perfectly transparent, and deceptive. here's a face that isn't a face, a person that isn't a person, pain that isn't pain, emotions that aren't emotions, feelings about something that isn't what they're about, physical sensations that are not physical at all. here's a jar that is empty, and dangerously full, open and inaccessible. here's a dribble of water in its bottom, corrosive as acid, maddening as quicksilver. here it is. look around you-- everything's normal, same as always.