Of all those old truths now no longer true, the truth that the truth’s the truth is the one I miss most. Knowing that what’s there in plain view is just that—plain, true, not some dull troll’s fun with spongy, truant minds? Those were the days. He says, I’m not even sure that’s my voice, a year after admission. . . .
All day I move from one white space to another. / Today, ranked from whitest to least white: my classroom (as a teacher), my / classroom (as a student), my apartment, Kung Fu Tea. . . .