I woke up already losing. Dreamt about eating
all night. Wrung out my scales to test the willpower
of my spine. Left babies
in the bathwater. I popped a string
in my eye. Found new skin
on the floorboards. Screamed at cold coffee and dug trenches
under the sink.
If I starve myself enough I will fit
into the piping. I will cycle through weather
the way I am used to. Separate my tongue
from your body. I will gather
like honeybees in the combs of your eyes. Splatter
on concrete, a steering wheel, a woman’s palm.
You will drink me and not know
the difference.
