The poor boy
solemn eyes will always look at me as his first love
It saddens me
I cracked his skull
I Held his heart and Ate It
I Ate him whole and I can’t rid
I can’t fucking rid myself of
Tissue and Fat
lining my stomach
Bile coating my innards, pulsating like a fresh wound
Very clean and very presentable for you
Your hawking family
Very ironed and very shiny
I uncross my ankles beneath a creaking dinner table
Does my skin scare you.
Do my nails drag too rough.
Very clean
Very nicely done
Very ironed and
Very shiny
too much and not enough
Veins pumping around my throat like
A breathing noose
Did I fulfill your hunger.
Did I satiate you.
I ate your heart
licking the honeyed droplets of a sweet summer as I go
Only if you thought so
we had fun,
sometimes
But you don’t know how to hold your liquor
Snotty and sniveling
Dragging down my sleeve
Wet from your tears and your fucking shot glass
You’re spilling over
Wetting my shirt and your jacket
Everything about you is weighing me down
Weeping to me like a child because
I am your first
Your mother never taught you a thing about
liquor or men or love at all,
for that matter
Clearly
like your stolen liquor,
spilling and leaving a trail of destruction in your wake
Did it satisfy you.