to consume

when you’re away I eat things

that are sharp and bite back

like cucumbers soaked in salt and vinegar

and the sweetest thing is the drizzle

of sesame oil

and it’s not even sweet but it’s

smokey and round enough to

smooth out the edges and remind me

there are soft things

there are other things

/

and when you are here i

cook for you i

am in the kitchen covered in

flour and my hands are sticky with

dough and i hope you will

send this to all your friends

look

you’ll say

look what she made for me

she put her soul in this and we consumed

it together and now

there is nothing left

and i am full and sated and she is

beside me and

hollow still

there won’t be anything left

for tomorrow

/

baby i want you to love me

like you love the flour on my clothes

like you love my sticky hands

like you love the mess i leave behind

like you show off the photos

to your friends

like you brag about not bragging about

your jobs and who you are and who

you will soon be

/

baby i want you to sink your teeth

into my soft edges and consume

but baby i want you to leave

something for tomorrow

Edit: Will I ever get Reddit’s mobile app to cooperate with my wonky ass poem formats? Not likely. Sorry for the funky read

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