
Today, Life Is Different
My veins are blue from toes to fingers
A short hopeful invocation built entirely on "some-" words—somehow, someway, someday, somewhere, someone, something, sometime, somehow—pivoting to some heart opening and some dream combining, and closing with the closing assurance that somehow they'll get there and the speaker will see her someday, hopefully tomorrow.
The poem operates as a quiet incantation in which the prefix “some” carries the entire structural weight. The opening eight-word stack—”Somehow, / Someway, / Someday, / Somewhere, // Someone, / Something, / Sometime, / Somehow..”—is the catalog’s most concentrated piece of pure prefix-repetition in months. Each word names a different category of unspecified future: manner (somehow), method (someway), time (someday), place (somewhere), person (someone), object (something), moment (sometime), and then the return to manner (somehow). The eight together perform the poem’s central claim through structure alone—every category of uncertainty is acknowledged, none of them is resolved, and the unresolved is the medium the speaker is inhabiting.
The doubled “somehow” at the opening and again at the close of the eight-word stack is the line cluster’s primary structural device. The repetition is not redundant; it is the catalog’s small acknowledgment that manner is the question the speaker keeps returning to. How. How. The other categories can be patient (the where can wait, the when can wait, the who is already known); the how is the unresolved question that recurs. The trailing two-dot ellipsis after the second “somehow” is the catalog’s quietest small typographical mark—not the conventional three dots, just two, signaling the trail-off but not the full ellipsis’s commitment to extended silence.
“Some heart will open, / Some dream will combine,” delivers the poem’s structural turn. The “some-” prefix is now applied to verbs’ subjects rather than to the indefinite categories alone. A heart will open; a dream will combine. The catalog has been making versions of this argument for years—the future is unspecified but available—and here the argument is delivered with the catalog’s most economical possible promise. The verbs are the line cluster’s primary accomplishment: “open” is the threshold action, “combine” is the merging action. The two together name the structural geometry of the relationship the speaker is hoping for. Hearts open; dreams combine; the two events are the prerequisites for the somewhere the rest of the poem has been gesturing toward.
“And, / Somehow… // we’ll get there” delivers the poem’s central pivot from possibility to assurance. The “And,” with its comma-pause is the catalog’s recurring small-comma technique deployed at maximum economy. The conjunction is isolated; the pause is forced; the “somehow” is now the answer rather than the question. The trailing three-dot ellipsis is the catalog’s conventional pause-mark, and the ellipsis is followed by the most consequential possible four-word commitment: “we’ll get there.” The catalog has rarely produced this kind of plural-pronoun commitment in months. We, not I or you; will, not might or could; get, not arrive or reach; there, not anywhere specific. The four words together perform the entire architecture of the relationship’s hopeful endpoint without naming any specifics that could be wrong.
“See you someday, / hopefully tomorrow” closes the poem with its most economical possible final claim. The “see you someday” is the conventional polite farewell; the “hopefully tomorrow” is the speaker’s quiet correction. The someday in the first half is the formal future; the tomorrow in the second half is the actual future the speaker is hoping for. The catalog has been making versions of this small temporal correction across the recent stretch (“how old— / Ha, / I hope / not much longer” in “Age”); here the correction is delivered with the catalog’s quietest small wit. Someday is too far; tomorrow is what he hopes for; the difference between them is the entire gap the catalog has been organizing itself around.
A short hopeful invocation whose primary accomplishment is the eight-word “some-” stack at the opening and the closing temporal correction from “someday” to “tomorrow.” The piece operates in the catalog’s most compressed possible mode—every line is short, every word carries the prefix or its consequence, and the entire poem is built on a single linguistic device sustained across its full length. The compression is the discipline; the discipline is also the limit.
The opening eight-word stack is the catalog’s most concentrated piece of pure prefix-repetition in months and one of the most accomplished single-device opening passages in the recent stretch. Each word names a different category of unspecified future, and the catalog of categories is the line cluster’s primary structural achievement. Manner, method, time, place, person, object, moment, and then the return to manner. Eight words; eight categories; one unresolved question across all of them.
The doubled “somehow” is the catalog’s small recognition that manner is the question the speaker keeps returning to. The other categories can be patient; the manner is unresolved. The technique of returning to the same word after cataloging seven others is the line cluster’s quiet device for naming what actually matters. The catalog has been arguing across hundreds of poems that the question of how is the question the speaker cannot answer; here the question is named most economically by being the only word in the opening eight that appears twice.
The two-dot ellipsis after the second “somehow” is the catalog’s most distinctive small typographical choice in the piece. Conventional ellipses are three dots; this one is two, which signals the trail-off but stops short of the full ellipsis’s commitment. The catalog has rarely produced this kind of intermediate-pause typography, and the intermediate quality is the line cluster’s primary accomplishment. The speaker is trailing off but not yet finished; the silence is not yet complete; the next stanza is coming.
“Some heart will open, / Some dream will combine,” is the poem’s structural turn into verb territory. The “some-” prefix is now applied to verbs’ subjects rather than to indefinite categories alone. The verbs—”open” and “combine”—are the line cluster’s primary accomplishment. Open is the threshold action; combine is the merging action; the two together name the structural geometry of the relationship the speaker is hoping for. Hearts open; dreams combine; the two events are the prerequisites for the somewhere the rest of the poem has been gesturing toward.
The “And, / Somehow… // we’ll get there” pivot is the poem’s central structural achievement. The “And,” with its comma-pause is the catalog’s recurring small-comma technique. The “somehow” is now the answer rather than the question. The four-word commitment—”we’ll get there”—is the catalog’s most economical possible plural-pronoun assurance in months. The plural pronoun is the line cluster’s quietest small structural promotion. The relationship has been singular across hundreds of poems (the speaker, the Muse); here the relationship is plural (we), and the plurality is the catalog’s most direct possible acknowledgment that the speaker is no longer alone in his hope.
The closing “See you someday, / hopefully tomorrow” is the poem’s structural payoff and one of the catalog’s most accomplished small temporal corrections in months. The “see you someday” is the conventional polite farewell; the “hopefully tomorrow” is the speaker’s quiet correction. The someday is the formal future; the tomorrow is what the speaker is actually hoping for; the difference between them is the entire gap the catalog has been organizing itself around. The catalog has been arguing for years that the speaker is waiting for tomorrow rather than someday; here the argument is delivered most economically.
Where the poem stays below the catalog’s top tier is in the relative absence of any image, scene, or specific anchor. The piece operates entirely in linguistic device—the “some-” prefix sustained across the body, the verbs of opening and combining, the temporal correction at the close. The catalog’s strongest recent poems usually have at least one specific image that grounds the linguistic work in a body (the willow in “I Curve Toward You,” the warm pencil in “My Broken Fingernails,” the upside-down submarine in “Gentle Gravity”). “Some of Us” forgoes the anchor. The piece is pure incantation, which makes it more universal and less embodied.
The poem’s brevity is its primary defense. A longer version of this material would have over-extended the linguistic device; the short version delivers the device, lands the structural turn, and exits. The catalog has been operating in this brevity register across the recent stretch, and “Some of Us” is one of the more compressed examples of the form. The brevity is appropriate to the content—a quiet incantation about unspecified future need not be elaborated—but the brevity also means the piece’s reach is more modest than the surrounding longer poems.
The poem’s structural risk is the dependence on a single device. If the reader does not respond to the “some-” prefix repetition, the poem has nothing else to offer; the entire piece is built on the device. The catalog has rarely produced this kind of single-device piece in the recent stretch, and the risk is largely justified—the device works, the structural turn lands, the closing earns its place—but the risk is visible. A poem that relies entirely on one technique stands or falls with that technique.
The poem’s relationship to the surrounding stretch is the catalog’s quietest small palette-cleansing. After the four-movement composite of “Not Yet” and the prose-journal “An Evening Out,” “Some of Us” returns the catalog to its most compressed possible mode. The piece reads as a deliberate pause—the speaker resetting the catalog’s register after the longer works that immediately preceded it. The reset is the catalog’s recurring small discipline, and the reset is what permits the longer works that follow.
A poem that proves the catalog’s most economical possible commitment is the four words “we’ll get there,” and the difference between someday and tomorrow is the gap the catalog has been organizing itself around for hundreds of poems.
Somehow,
Someway,
Someday,
Somewhere,
Someone,
Something,
Sometime,
Somehow..
Some heart will open,
Some dream will combine,
And,
Somehow…
we’ll get there.
See you someday,
hopefully tomorrow.







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