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
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