Poetry, like gossip, like rumor, gives body to the fault lines of infrastructure; its orchestrations force intimate and public matters, digestion and expression, to inhabit the same byways. Poetry, like gossip, like rumor, is most seditious when it takes the risk of coursing where it’s not wanted. It addresses incompletely virtual pleasures and traumas in a medium that’s incompletely intimate, sounding the entanglement of a personal ethos with a collective one.