Goodbye, Poetry April 26, 2011: A theory of horizontal evolution holds that you are incubated by what lies next to you, in the rusted out pond, as much as you are by a copulative encounter. To incubate: to transfuse. To become something else.  In time.  As you lie there with the others, in the den. A bacterium on your hem, a raw spot beneath the tongue. In this [...] by Bhanu Kapil