The Emptiest Place

A poem about hollowness.

Come fill me up,

Broken teacups,

Abandoned dolls,

Lost pearls

      With the sheen

                  Still on them.               

Come nestle into the emptiest place in the world.

 

Keep me company

In my brokenness

Empty wine bottles

       Lightbulbs

               A clown hat

                     With all the bells fallen off.

            

I’ll scrounge in my house,

Sweep out the dark corners,

Lick the cupboards bare,

Grab everything,

       And shove it all hodgepodge into my heart-

                  Desperate--

                  Anything�"

So that I might not feel so hollow inside.