UTENSILS TOO BIG

Hell, it’s been said, 

is where we feed ourselves 

with utensils too big

and we starve

because no food gets in.

But what if hell was discovering

we were the implement

used to induce 

a perpetual state of 

starvation in another,

what would you do?

There you are

doing your darnedest

trying to feed and nourish 

someone you care about 

because you want them 

to let you in, to open up. 

But they can’t!

There you are an accomplice

to a feeding that devolves into failure.

How do you make sense of this—

that you are helping to fill a hollow

where a heart should be

but isn’t 

with just more hollow?

How do you digest this?