For Cordelia, from The Academy of American Poets, Poem-A-Day today. The rest of the poem may be found here today:
from Ever / by Meghan O’Rourke, b. 1976
Even now I can’t grasp “nothing” or “never.”
They’re unholdable, unglobable, no map to nothing.
Never? Never ever again to see you?
An error, I aver. You’re never nothing