White Space
of L.M.M.

like a hole in the room
where she sits when she comes
like a hole in Sunday
when she visits

food in a plate,
lovingly prepared,
however large, unable to fill
hole she makes

what she brings in two hands,
one gift, but she sucks up,
sucks out so much, sitting in silence
for as long as she lingers

no idea what’s on her mind
what will happen next
or what she expects to accomplish
in an hour or in three
all equally uneventful

she expects us to
or expected us to wed
such a hole is as bad
as a hole in the head


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
3:44 p.m. 02/09/07