Father and Son
by Dan Chiasson
Only much later did they see, the two of them,
that, never knowing one another, there was nothing
not to know; that not being to begin with meant
those later, more drastic negations negated nothing;
this was to be the poignant part of it. The nothing
nevertheless would someday end; and the wish–
he wished it in a priory, he wished it in a mall–
was that the ending to this nothing might be,
if not an event, at least not a non-event.
Which, in the end, when it happened, it wasn’t.
Editorial: This…blows…my…mind…for reasons quite meaningful to me.