another thankly tip from the uberblog, "w" magazine and scalapino's contribution to it. i think this is the most compelling poem i've yet seen drawn from the us's brutalities of the last three years. it's a fine balance scalapino achieves: more than referencing the war but less than exuding it. i haven't read many of her books (yet) simply because it's hard to know where to begin. but the ear of her language, its mosaic-like phrasing makes it more necessary i make myself a course. and how between the words (space or no) can feel like a gap and an overlay at once, and how.