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John Findura

Blankness Does Not Mean the Same As Emptyness


I know the world is full of things
Many things frighten and/or confuse me
Both blankness and emptiness make me sweat
If there was an operation to remove nothing
I would lie down and administer my own anesthesia
I would let you remove nothing from me
Once on a train I saw a derailed engine below us
The humidity was suffocating and enveloping
Because I am soft I worry about hard things
I also worry about soft things and water
When I am blank I know I am still full of something
I am solid at the very least and breathing
If I were crisp whiteness on a snow-covered plain
Without an idea in my head or a word on my lips
I might believe nothing could hurt me now




JOHN FINDURA holds an MFA from The New School as well as a degree in psychotherapy. His poetry and criticism appear in numerous journals including Verse; Fourteen Hills; Copper Nickel; Pleiades; Forklift, Ohio; H_NGM_N; Jacket; and Rain Taxi. A guest blogger for The Best American Poetry, he has won and been a finalist for various awards. He lives in Northern New Jersey with his wife and daughters.



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