Anne Harding Woodworth | Quantum

The smallest book
among my miniatures
is an unreadable
New Testament.
224 pages,
1” by 1½”,
and its 3rd dimension—
the spine—
is 3/8 of an inch.
Are there other dimensions?
When I hold the book
I measure that trinity.
Any more than three
would be the stuff
of flash fiction,
like the New Testament itself,
Jesus stories
that contradict each other
and hide in the microcosm
of their settings, lurking
behind people looking
for the First Particle,
which they say
is so minuscule
it will never be seen
by the naked eye.
When an eye is clothed
there’s only blind faith
in what is not there.

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Anne Harding Woodworth is the author of five books of poetry and four chapbooks. An excerpt from her chapbook, The Last Gun, won the 2016 COG Poetry Award, which resulted in an animated adaptation of the poetry. She lives in Washington DC and is co-chair of the Poetry Board at the Folger Shakespeare Library. This poem was originally published three years ago at Referential Magazine. For more, visit

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