I’ve made a meal of your center,
Your words my sustenance
Your blood, my refreshment.
I know that you are more
Fluff than marrow
And this is why I pester,
Why I rearrange
Your teeth and bowels
Until your joints
Soften from the pain
Like spoon-tilled jello.
A test by any other application
Wouldn’t be so cruel but than you
Wouldn’t try so hard to surpass
Your stone-crushing anxiety.
In the end we all find our way
To the hospital, sutures adorning
An essential ouch, might as well
Dream while our eyes still open.