Julie McElhone #26 Hollow

Between glass-breaking fury and surprise

I move in and out of love all the time

my house out of order, hunting through it

bears and children and panthers all precious

all gems all facets all sides of myself

plain to see as the air we breathe. Inspired

by the push and the pull of worn out threads—

banter, sex, booze, scraped knees on church pews…

lots of bad news. Yes, hollow be thy name;

I shan’t continue 

to pretend 

to play.