Poem by the Trunk of My Car

I contain a set of Julia's clothes, in a plastic bag

A jack, a spare, a quart of oil, a rag

Jordan Davis's suitcase was in me recently, heavy with books from Chicago

Ron Silliman's might soon be loaded here

A copy of Wittgenstein's Tractatus has been in me a long while

Too dark in here to read!

"The world is everything that is the case"

This poem is everything that is the case

about the contents of the trunk which I happen to be