In this multilingual, polyphonic collection Jennifer K. Dick meditates on the blank page and the self it might hold. 
Moving between urban and rural settings and across languages, the poems ask what holds up, contains, structures and leaks out of our pages and our selves. Through fragmentary, sonically alert verse, Dick explores memory, sound, identity and naming, testing how language structures - and fails to contain - experience. Singular and plural, intimate and expansive, it is a searching book about touch, absence and what resists being named.