{"id":15962,"date":"2020-04-01T01:00:07","date_gmt":"2020-04-01T06:00:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/?p=15962"},"modified":"2020-04-01T01:30:02","modified_gmt":"2020-04-01T06:30:02","slug":"nothing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/archives\/15962","title":{"rendered":"Nothing"},"content":{"rendered":"

For years I dreamt of ashes
\n<\/span>assembling on the shore<\/span><\/p>\n

and in the morning
\n<\/span>like every morning<\/span><\/p>\n

his body gone\u2014irrevocable,
\n<\/span>like a name, desperate\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

on a child\u2019s tongue. Even the word <\/span>father
\n<\/span><\/i>continues\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

to fall away when I speak.
\n<\/span>Our desire so far outside ourselves<\/span><\/p>\n

we might just become it.
\n<\/span>This is him<\/span><\/i>, I say, holding the photograph,\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

window-light catching dust
\n<\/span>as it hangs on air.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I once thought the body could disappear
\n<\/span>and I was right. And yet\u2014\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I can\u2019t look at this empty page
\n<\/span>without seeing his hands<\/span><\/p>\n

opening my hands
\n<\/span>into light.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I can\u2019t think of anything else
\n<\/span>when I try to.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

There is no other way to say this
\n<\/span>the poem tells me.<\/span><\/p>\n

If I tell the story in reverse
\n<\/span>it still ends with nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

MICHAEL DHYNE<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

For years I dreamt of ashes assembling on the shore and in the morning like every morning his body gone\u2014irrevocable, like a name, desperate\u00a0 on a child\u2019s tongue. Even the word father continues\u00a0 to fall away when I speak. Our desire so far outside ourselves we might just become it. This is him, I say, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2041,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[62],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s6Jypy-nothing","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15962"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2041"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15962"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15962\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16084,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15962\/revisions\/16084"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15962"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15962"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15962"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}