I, Cannibal

In mother’s yard,
beneath the snow,
We found a body
in my bedtime clothes.

We tugged on the cadaver’s feet
only to discover the dead body
blue cheeked
belonged to another me

Shocked, I brushed the snow off her face
watched the dead awake

She said she had been sleeping,
the dead me,
in the summer’s grass
many months had passed
asleep through the snow


We woke her
Proceeded to go

Chased by the feeling of disgust
an afternoon lunch
shredded meat
my dead body

I, Cannibal,
crave my own flesh
consumed with my own mess,
asleep in the summer snow.