Indianapolis Review: Holding Space

First published, with audio, by The Indianapolis Review.

Holding Space

Today I did nothing but covet.

My mother raised me to take

what she could not

but that only bred an animal 

of want. I still cannot have half 

the things she needed and a 

hollowness is cupped inside

wet and scraped by melon spoon

tender

from the scooping.

How does the moon feel, so 

cratered and pocked? Could the 

hollow spaces just be, not to be 

filled, holding only space?