Wanting

How we want

our un-filled

our hollow selves

wanting

trying to stock our

emptiness with 

other people 

so the inner world 

will be less echoing 

setting their

decapitated heads 

on the wall

that the trophies of them

will speak in praise of us

trying to

tighten our grip on them

grasping handfuls of hair

and our pocketbooks

and our possessions 

while we hold one another

hostage 

we want breakfast and

affection and someone

else to take the recycling 

to the curb and cookies at

night and to be loved and

to be made love to and to

not have to pay our debts 

and for someone to like 

us for the dark places in us

as well as for the creamy 

curves without and for terror 

to be torn out of our grip 

where we hold 

onto it.