The white space is canon. The white space is death of the body. Every poem is about death and I am tired of writing about the body. As a possession I beg myself into feeling as different. Replace any mention of the self until inferred absent. Meaning is vulnerability in all words of description. Language is now hands that are spaces between breaths. Or panic is now any word that won’t end in repetition. Anxiety is provoked by a shift in structure. And emotion is not a form I see stopping.
White space or white form is tired of emotion and language in panic. Different description is now begging white space into writing a poem about canon and breath is now provoked until absent meaning. Replace all words with anxiety until vulnerability is repetition inferred. As death is not a form I see stopping.
Replace white space by writing death using inferred language. Words provoked by panic until the poem begs to breathe the absence of white space. This anxiety is tired of description. This emotion is in all vulnerability. This possession has no form until mentioned.
This is stopped. This vulnerability is mentioned absence. This breath is used possession. This emotion is writing panic. This language is tired words. This poem is begging form.
Brett Hymes is an emerging writer based in Los Angeles, writing about the spaces of relationships, existence and decreation as if it were math. Each piece is it's own equation trying to understand and answer uncertainty and why it is such a recurrent idea.Each poem acts to engage the reader in the equation of a relationship, as the reader and the speaker question the logic of fissure and the division within it.