The Empty Fiancée (after Olena Kalytiak Davis’ poem, “After Grass and Long Knives”) Having eating pins before she understands a growling stomach. Empty is the first item on a bulimic’s shopping list. For a bride, item #1 is a second thought Item #2: the titanium ring she found in the river. Staring at that underwater star, she thinks, It’s time to hunt for men. She tells them of the conquests: rain-slapped, wet, and windy. A bedroom dressed in hushed questions. Names held captive in a storm cellar. You’ll never know that part of me Homecooked dinners steaming on the table. She writes the words that screw deep heart into bone that sink into a barren stomach. She invites him inside for the honeymoon, language sweating foreplay in the afternoon.