Tues, Nov. 15th 2011 (Untitled)

Break my body into bits

and fetishize each part.

I’ll dissect you too, in turn,

to grasp your wanting heart.

I am not the son of God

but you may kiss my feet.

Take communion,

make me into

something safe to eat.

Two way feeding,

Ouroboros,

bodies intertwined—

Each one craving juices,

cores are sucked from gnarled vines.