you’re welcome to the feast, pardon the manners of zeus’s eagle—
hunger does strange things, have your pick of any of my offal, i recommend the sweetbread,
you know my tendencies to tenderness, and to the saccharine
have rendered me into caramel. the coldness doesn’t nip at me
like an untrained dog anymore, so you’re welcome to puddle me into syrup,
and drizzle me over the snow like maple taffy.
cannibalize me, like you did in childhood. spill the blood between us,
i’ll gnaw on my own hands and spare us the poetry,
i'll pick the bones clean,
but the flesh is yours to deal with—do the dirty work for once.
macerate me in the acidity of your words,
mince me with jagged teeth,
like a body cascading off a
cliff.
consume what’s left of me—
i wanted to know
that i was real.
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