my insides
tried to
tell us
you were not
nutritious,

to leave you,

but i ignored
them for three
long years.

the body
always knows
what’s good
for it.

—

i emptied
my bowels
of the
few morsels

of boy
i snacked
on before,

unhinged
my jaw,

and feasted
on you.

—

silly me,

i got food
poisoning;

developing
a taste for
rancid grub.

i refused
to acknowledge,

let alone
treat my
disease.

looking back
there were
So Many signs.

eventually,
i purged
my gut

til there was
nothing else.

—

nowadays,
i try three
square meals,

for the
most part.

but,
occasionally
eat my own
flesh out
of habit;

creating
someone new
from old cells.

“healthy
doesn’t
come cheap,”

or so
they say.