by Cassie Pinner
I long to split open your ribcage and rummage
through your organs like grapes at the breakfast buffet.
Pushing your pink kidney around with my face.
meat and potatoes on my dinner plate.
Famished, I become itchy with wait. Taking the longest, pointiest rib in hand,
I would save your heart for last;
Slicing from the corner of your lips, through your cheek
cause I want to get a closer look at your rotten teeth.
Getting messy in your platelets.
I need to be satiated.
I found your baby in a dumpster.
I knew because it had your hairy toes.
I cut off its sex organs,
setting each piece
on the sidewalk, lit up
by blinding sunlight.
I was full.