Good-Bye You (Eat Me Whole)
Dear you - spiritual kin of my lust gone extinct, I write to say I love your eyes - I bother myself every day: should I write, or should I take more than my share of the stripes - duct taped on, messy orange and onyx marker, hastily wrapped in spiraling mummy tape - a jungle snake, coming of age, winds my throat: I welcome this death - I welcome the rodents and frogs and thick mist. Stinging ants devour. I need it all - so bad.
Lining up my stomach, open gut along the log - the slaughter bench; I will not take our ritual lightly, I will eat rawness, I will suck venom, I will fuck animals as I am ordered. No whining. Pet. Sprinkle water drops. I am print woman grind.
Babies come and grow. I am already so old in your eyes that your blink is only bone, and brittle cages for new kits - our pups; our star squirts milk when you swallow me whole - I will be dust and magic, in your belly; fetal. Later, female -
Good-bye you - spiritual bark once draped o’er this sinful pulp - thank you my soul - for consummating the pain and renewal comes to messy river banks as I drown.