It is a close reading about the following poem below. Kate Camp, “Unfinished Love Theorem” Like light it can travel in waves or lines depending on the circumstances. When I first noticed it, it was travelling in waves and I could just see its sail pop hopefully up on the horizon now and then as it was keeling, or gibing, or doing whatever brave ocean craft do when the water is a little lumpy. I admired its buoyancy, its neat fittings, the way everything a person could need was stowed in its purpose-built compartments. I liked the way it was rigged, and aligned with particular stars and magnetisms. Now I’m in amongst it, I find it is travelling in lines, the underground veins of a railway, hidden, signposted, never drawn to scale on maps. It is moving all sorts of things about, taking good folk to their work, taking them out and home to their rumpled bedrooms. I admire its secret progress, how it can speed or lull you on its beating window, how it spills you out up silver stairs and its unexpected sun, or night lights shining, seeming so bright, so very surprising.

It is a close reading about the following poem below. Kate Camp, “Unfinished Love Theorem” Like light it can travel in waves or lines depending on the circumstances. When I first noticed it, it was travelling in waves and I could just see its sail pop hopefully up on the horizon now and then as it was keeling, or gibing, or doing whatever brave ocean craft do when the water is a little lumpy. I admired its buoyancy, its neat fittings, the way everything a person could need was stowed in its purpose-built compartments. I liked the way it was rigged, and aligned with particular stars and magnetisms. Now I’m in amongst it, I find it is travelling in lines, the underground veins of a railway, hidden, signposted, never drawn to scale on maps. It is moving all sorts of things about, taking good folk to their work, taking them out and home to their rumpled bedrooms. I admire its secret progress, how it can speed or lull you on its beating window, how it spills you out up silver stairs and its unexpected sun, or night lights shining, seeming so bright, so very surprising.