Alex McKeown

Strawberry Plant

she kneels
digs
plants it
and waits

“this time…”

but in her mind
the other times
have grown
too big

the lie
this time
only makes
her sick

Gaps

We cannot
leave gaps
,even the ones we need,
free free parking
cannot remain
simply free
for long
we’ll fill it in
with our remainders our debts
and anything else except
nothingness which
,perhaps, is too
reminiscent
of emptiness