you want to eat me



out. right. what does it taste like



you want to eat me right out



of these jeans & into something



a little cheaper. more digestible.



more bite-sized. more thank you







come: i am greasy



for you. i slick my hair with msg



every morning. i’m bad for you.



got some red-light district between



your teeth. what does it



taste like: a takeout box



between my legs.



plastic bag lady. flimsy white fork



to snap in half. dispose of me.







taste like dried squid. lips puffy



with salt. lips brimming



with foreign so call me



pork. curly-tailed obscenity



been playing in the mud. dirty meat.



worms in your stomach. give you







a fever. dead meat. butchered girl



chopped up & cradled



in styrofoam. you candid cannibal.



you want me bite-sized



no eyes clogging your throat.







but i’ve been watching



from the slaughterhouse. ever since



you named me edible. tossed in



a cookie at the end. lucky man.



go & take what’s yours.



name yourself archaeologist but







listen carefully



to the squelches in



your teeth & hear my sow squeal



scream murder between



molars. watch salt awaken



writhe, synapse.



watch me kick



back to life. watch me tentacles



& teeth. watch me



resurrected electric.







what does it



taste like: revenge



squirming alive in your mouth



strangling you quiet



from the inside out.





