Comfort Food

I took cheese and crackers when I

Went to sit down to bleed. I wasn’t happy standing with my nose in the corner,

Even with the fancy trim. I see tigers in the knots of polished wood,

And then they’re gone.

 

I have waited

A long time for you to come to poke me in the back of the neck.

The thought is there. Its riptide pulls me in to a pit of consumption.

Indulgence drips over the edges

 

But there’s a snake in the rug; there you are!

Cold water strikes the base of my skull and keeps going,

Warm by the time it touches my heart. Cobwebs

Are turned into silk.

 

 

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