empty pocket

   
In Anne Carson's "Plainwater" the queen-wolf, "her face empty as a pocket"

Simon's "rat-faced girl" has something despicable about it, but we also have Randall Jarrell's recipes in the library, Al Purdy's golden oaks in the fall [not far from his use of Blackfoot "sqws" - itself not a term used by the Blackfoot before the British, the English-speaking, in "Alberta" and not readily excused.]

That the empty pocket can offer no alms?  But comfort in jeans is empty pockets.
In empty pockets, our hands find warmth.

No trusted poet with blue ink?  A timid editor?   I think of recent flaws in The Fiddlehead, The Malahat Review, a writer not knowing to use "burnish" for metal burrs on ground metal, that we do not pluck roses, we cut a stem - unless as a sorry euphemism.

In the first century, a pocket is itself an  anachronism.

The effect becomes a flaw, unlike darkroom technique.

Or a pun:  Lupa, "loupes" ["various magnifying lenses"] ?