Excerpt from a poem by Johanna Skibsrud
(Toronto Quarterly , April 2, 2011)—

No, I could not love a human being if they 
could not leave a mark.

Even if I was a bear 
and I ate you, you would 
move right through me. 

Even if you were a bear 
and you ate me, I would 
move right through you.

But I am not a bear. And will not eat you. 
If I said I could, I could not.

And you are not a bear. And will not eat me.

And that is why I could not love you. 

Related material: Into the Bereshit.

See also the remarks on space in Skibsrud's
January 2012 doctoral thesis at the University
of Montreal—

" 'The nothing that is': An Ethics of Absence
    Within the Poetry of Wallace Stevens."

— as well as Bull Run I and Bull Run II.