What If

What if
you quit your job
and run away with me?

VCR

You left
the VCR on

trying to adjust
to change

I hope

I hope your plastic yogurt spoon
Breaks in your mouth
And cuts your tongue
And you confuse your blood
With swirls of strawberry

I hope it tastes good
Just like
When you cut my tongue
And confused my blood
With red wine
And acted drunk
And foolish

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.

Back Roads

After you
I take a new route
back roads
to a new home

to avoid you
to get through
the loneliness

and I act like I hate it
when you call
but I crave
to know you care

something I can’t allow myself
to do anymore
but I do it
anyway