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Transom:
Many of the images in this poem seem to contend with impossibility and futility (ex, rectangular circles, empty fuel tanks, misremembered rhymes, etc.). Does writing a poem like this remove some of those roadblocks from the mind, or simply confirm futility as an element of the human condition?

Farquhar:
This poem is fragmented yet sequenced--and I think the ordering of the pieces was the most important part of writing it, regarding this issue of futility confirmed or denied. Ultimately, the choice was to move from an intention--why not learn something today--to an interrogative declaration--what if the whole world wasn't out to get you--with all those images of impossibility/futility in between. Then, it is a blissful surrender to these moments of potential frustration, which is what writing the poem felt like to me: seeking comfort in a warm bath.

Transom:
Oatmeal baths are a treatment for poison ivy. What is this poem a treatment for? (Feel free to include a prognosis.)  

Farquhar:
This poem is a window treatment.