When they ask us, we will say it is our habit
to make holes and to fill the holes in and to
gouge them out again into new holes on top of
more holes. We’ll say the holes are to blame for
the holes, for our habit of putting holes into the
world is what we’ve always done, what we’ve
become accustomed to--throwing things out
through the holes, putting tiny holes over the
bigger holes to blot them out in a series of better
holes stretching out behind the previously unsatisfying
holes we’d made before we understood the importance
of making perfect holes that make sense when we snap
them over our eyes and look out through the holes.
We’ll say the holes are inevitable, are our habit, the way
it’s always been, all these holes we keep slipping through
and down and into deeper holes and burrowing our way
out and into larger and more glorifying holes to
crawl through on our way into other holes.

Rebecca Cook
REBECCA COOK is a teacher of composition, ESL writing, and the humanities at the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga. She has new work forthcoming in Northwest Review. Her essay, "Soaping the Stream," published in the May 2002 issue of Northwest Review, has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. This is Rebecca's fourth appearance in TAR. E-mail