woman gone to work at night

I crave the attention

of wanting a bowl full

of love

of meat

of love

The sound
of Woman’s fork
down on the plate.

I wait, patient
on my haunch.

What’s left to finish
in time
is mine.

My roommate gone

Meat on my tongue

Rest is the meal I crave

My bowl in the yard, stained

Collects rain

Gravy for later

At home, alone

I close my eyes
and wait for the torture to end
short of breath,
I’m still alive.
How long did I hold it for?
A minute, a year.
Another raw meat meal.

You can stew
the fire along
at night
but I’m fine, really
I’m fine with
my blanket
around my head
smelling my meat breath

There’s room enough
in the bed for me

ladies

there is no need
to fight for me

ladies

there’s room enough
in bed for me

ladies

but please,
let me lift the sheets

ladies

the M is for moe-dacious
the E is for eating
the A is for appetite
the T is for treating

breakoutthemeatstick
break out
the
meat

the sounds inside
with the lightning close
a crack
my blanket too far
the bathroom rug
a comfort
from the sounds
i shake
not from fear
but because
i feel the tremble
of the trees
in the rain

heat
they say the body
only takes so much
the moisture
on my lips
part sweat
part meat
heat
what’s to say
but the phantom
of my junk
hangs
in a puddle
on the floor
next to the meat bowl