The Glass Essay

It is stunning, it is a moment like no other,

when one’s lover comes in and says I do not love you anymore.   

I switch off the lamp and lie on my back,

thinking about Emily’s cold young soul.   

Where does unbelief begin?   

When I was young

there were degrees of certainty.

I could say, Yes I know that I have two hands.

Then one day I awakened on a planet of people whose hands occasionally      

    disappear—

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/178364