Note on Passing

Say there are two kinds of hole     :     Through & Blind.
The taproot of the juvenile   birch sockets   itself down
into acid Siberian soil where the mature   birch siphons
up its livelihood   :   This is Blind.   To be born an   :
altricial animal means to come out   helpless. In the birch
copse a mom wolf hems   a caul across her pup’s eyes
to stop him   :   straying off and into harm. Such are
the first acts   we can say   :   of familial love.

American law stipulates no wire   :   be untappable   :   Here
is the nation of Through.   The antennae of our silver birch trans-
mitted, yes, some signal through   the panels of my family
home   :   To say now satellite is too abstract   :   To say
lady in waiting   is too real.   The queer mesh bird trilling
from the hole in   :   the birch outside   my third-floor
window used to say   Be real with me.   :   We are born
:   you & I   :   into days of realness.

Then to say   :   what kind of hole a hole is   :   is to say

what you can see.   If you close your eyes and open your
:   blind   :   hand beneath the Nation you   will prick
your fingers on a web of silver roots. They have this whole
time been propagating   :   through   :   the soil. There
are messages   passed up the family tree. Did you know
the inverse of altricial is precocious?   I knew everything
when I was young. Had all kinds of holes in me   admitted
—yes—some injury.   You show me yours says the National dad-

wolf uncorking his big sight and I’ll show you—   :   Don’t
look now but.   Between   Through & Blind   there opens up
a third kind of hole   :   call it Conspiracy   :   Passing   :
whorl in the birch. You know the signal that I'm casting from its
:   silver concave   :   conclave   hollow-but-together.
Stray but not unaided and   sent back.   Quiet now—real quiet.   :
A sudden drop in voltage means someone   is listening in.
I have passed   invisibly   :   through the caul   of your life

to share this   :   I am passing like a needle   :   Am gaining
:   admittance   :   Am leaving   :   an invisible hole   :


This poem was first published in Magma Poetry no 88: Underworld in 2024. It was anthologised by Poetry Daily in 2025.