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Patricia Nash

By September 26th, 2020No Comments

Vacuum State

it would take ~10 seconds,

fleshy human being
subjected, totally,

to the great unpressurized
breadth / void

I’ll be craning my neck at, incl.

for that selfsame hypothetical, yes

it would take ~10 seconds
to exit consciousness. Some time later,

how much time later,

abovementioned body
wouldn’t explode

absent atmospheric
pressure / absent matter / absent

resuscitation, but
swell, “this thing called skin

keeping our insides inside.”
Dermal liquid, evaporate already. Predawn

3 celestial aberrations: 1) a moon

at perigree, 2) its reddening
entity slid

in the lilting shadow of our planet
Earth, 3) the moon appears again. This

coincidence consolidates
itself in my knee, kneeling

in grass, whole body squint
in apprehension. It consolidates it.


Note from the author: the quotation in this poem comes from an episode of the podcast “Every Little Thing.”



Patty Nash is a poet and translator from Germany and Oregon. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Interrupture, Prelude, Foundry, New Delta Review, and elsewhere. She is currently completing her MFA in poetry at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. She tweets at @pattynashdj.