five flavours for the fifth sin
he's feigning indifference
while licking this
passion fruit country,
swallowing this
primadonna sky
it's all very visceral
(root word viscera)
as in negative space
as in pretentiously self-referential
in the way of proof by induction
as an act of faith
he tells me there's some german word for it,
the fish inside a bigger fish inside a bigger fish
ha!
as if there's a word for hunger
that i don't already know
it's not about hunger
right, it's just
steel wool from a metal sheep
burning down the esophagus
it's just the coefficient of kinetic friction
between apples and oranges
tossed together in the blender to bleed
and it's just
the smoked vestige of envelope glue cradled in your mouth
after it's sealed
something that could kill
him grinning on his haunches
red wine dripping from the maw
what a privilege
to eat
because you like the taste