Un-full

by Francesca Lia Block & Lilly Barels

There’s this empty place
inside me worse than hollow.

The new year enjoys
reminding, taunting, repeating

how I wanted a man to
fill it, but I’m so unseen.

The winter takes my breath away.
It’s too cold and I’m falling into

that blankness,
longing for something whole

to hold,
to save me.