Thursday, January 7, 2016

crave, swallow. 
my mouth made for ingesting,
knuckles clenched white, the color of the back of 
your eyes, crave, swallow, 
my therapist advises me 
to touch myself more. advises me to 
run into my own arms, advises me to 
not look back, not look forward, look
inside, dig nails to own stomach.
dig, dig, reclaim it, remove the flags and set
my own.

in the nights, i see you spread out like a 
buffet, i see the shake, i see the fullness, i know
i am too clumsy but in those moments
i was closer to a god
than not.
crave, swallow, my hands
by another's. 

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