there is this van
a shape
another shape
for you and I to fit into
the bed we pull out
at just the right width
where our feet hang just so.
all the utensils we’ll ever need:
spatula, tin opener, fork, knife, wooden spoon
slotting into space left
by pan and board.
this shape
this space
our things condensed until they are
just things, and space
a cachibache
small hole that threatens to become
a much larger hole
cachibache, van-
sized space enveloped in much larger space
called World, or France
or anywhere really.
this thing, this slotting, this space
within, between, beside
bigger space
and you, and me.

Deva O’Neill