Becky Grace from "Beams"

It’s woven into her, that polo
shirt. She might even fuck w/ it.
Not “we”, post-we or sub-we, but
just “pseudo”, “quasi”, “ersatz”.
Nothing w/ “self” in it; nothing
implying discrete boundaries.
Becky isn’t bounded, or has
boundlessness woven into her…

Polo shirts are what they are,
remain so. If I say “objective
correlative”, I bring string into it,
so that Becky might be
strung up. I don’t deny a “literal”
element, or that Becky might stay in.
All I mean is, between “us”, there’s
“more-than-us”. That’s what I’m
“getting at”; it’s woven into me