swollen emptiness (20161002)

from that empty space
the one between the skin
of the peach and the pit
the one between your
stacked ribs
the one between your sternum
and your heart
the one that widens daily
between your drooping
whiskering ears

an ache swells in that space
never emerging
never sharp
never burning
never fully formed
but heavy
so heavy your bones groan
and your head droops
on a too thin neck

–so dramatic
just swallow it
like the rest of us
see, it tastes of salt
like taffy
like the ocean
like tears