My wife, Gin, once knocked gently on my head, as if it were a door. “Hello,” she kept saying. “Hello. Who’s in there?” She and our therapist, Dr. Sherby, laughed a little about this, so I did, too.

Is it poetry, what Diane Williams does? Is it prose? Is it magic? Is it biological weaponry? Is it real? Is it a sham? Well, yes to all of these questions. Yes, I think so.