I will kiss you
hard and hiding
how hatred held me
against myself.
Eat this meat. The man
I am for your swallow.
Fantasy bending
reality again.
You’re the good wife —
throatful of unending
need. Grant me death
before I die. Like the
dervish dizzies itself
repeating the fall.
Gender is mist
mauling the mountain
god licks. I’ll confess
I’m not sure of anything
other than starvation.
Selfishly selfless
in the shopping aisle,
mouth-wide with
the subtle violence of
expectation. Drink
the day’s end. Light leaks
through clenched teeth.
Sobriety is swapping one
addiction for another.
I want to climb inside your
leaving hands
as romantically as
death appears