[I saw how, once connected, we made a shape]
I saw how, once connected, we made a shape
and the shape had a name though not
in a language we know, which is different
from a language one speaks. A language one
speaks has form. A language one speaks
has body, or at least a mouth, a throat, the palatal.
A shape with a speechless name can occur
anywhere. Like an airplane. Like an airplane
window seat with the shade tossed up somewhere
over Greenland. Like 40,000 feet into the middle
of the night. Like the humane tap of a stranger—
it is at first startling to be awoken until it becomes
clear that the plane is surrounded by the Northern Lights.
The green of finger bones held to the sun. And brightness
like something set free after being buried alive. Yes. I saw
how, once connected we made a shape, and there were more of us
then there were not. Like a continuous, flyover land mass
or a black cat chasing her tail against a white wall. Just
to see herself. A shape against shapelessness. A statement
against or for object impermanence. Something like something
which is like something else. See what good language does?
July Westhale is a poet and translator born in the American Southwest. Their books include moon moon, Trailer Trash, Unmade Hearts, and Via Negativa, which Publishers Weekly called "stunning" in a starred review. Ocean Vuong chose Westhale as the 2018 University of Arizona Poetry Center Fellow. Their translation of the Chilean poet Rolando Cardenas' collected works was selected for the 2026 Unsung Masters Series (forthcoming from Pleiades Press). They have work in McSweeney’s, DIAGRAM, The National Poetry Review, Prairie Schooner, CALYX, Hayden’s Ferry Review, and The Huffington Post, among others. July is represented by Carolyn Forde at Transatlantic and lives in Tucson, where they are adapting their novel to film. www.julywesthale.co