hors d'oeuvres:

i grow cold
waiting for you
to pick me up
just to decide
that you don’t want to eat anymore

pick it up,
hold it in my hands,
watch it dissolve,
repeat.

these are the things we sow.

The Consummation

loin and merlot
is the new bread and wine.

you can:
caress it,
massage it,
bite into it.

drink my blood and eat my body
grind my bones up
in a blender
and boil the soup;
it’s full of collagen

this aftertaste
is so disgusting
almost like
eyes crawling over my body
eyes exploding out of their sockets

drilling holes in the space between their eyes
climb inside one and make a little home
curl up and read a book
on parenting and relational psychology
why not?

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