As Child

Feed me, my mouth yawned, so Father fed me his eyes.

Feed me, my eyes begged, so Father fed me his teeth.

Feed me, my teeth gnashed, so Father ripped out his tongue.

Feed me, my tongue lolled, so Father scraped off all his skin.

Feed me, my skin sagged, so Father siphoned out his blood.

Feed me, my blood brayed, so Father fed me eight bent ribs.

Feed me, my chest echoed, empty and inviting. Father

took in one last breath, Father ripped out his one heart.

And I, as child, devoured it

– hungry.