Was I discovered or invented? asks the zero./ Feels like I’ve always been here. I put a line around his border/ but he still wasn’t there. A hole in the world. A failure./ I turned away. You start counting at one, not zero,/ which is wrong, says the moon. Thing or nothing,// Where or nowhere. Measure yourself against the truth and/ not the other way round, says the ghost. Man, moon,/ ghost, zero— naming rounds off. Perfect and/ completely dead. Your math is crazy, says the moon./ You can count to eight with the space between your // fingers, says the ghost. Richard Siken “War of the Foxes”
















