By | 1 November 2018

you say she ate you
i wager you imagine
yourself devoured whole

ready to emerge
again — insatiable

conversely she can
be disarticulated
into teeth eyes legs

those bodies always
make for violent metaphor

if you can hear it
‘please let me be unpleasant’
is a kind of prayer —

a petition for
allowance of exhaustion

who gets to relax
without being reduced? — god
help me sometimes i

find myself saying
‘i love you’ when i’m alone

if efficient as a fish
monger i could strip

the scales from my eyes —
i might lose this double-sight
and this double-speak

if you caught that fish
could you wish for compassion?

i ration it out
so every bit of me is
a commodity

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