I don’t want anything from him
except his red apple heart.
Something I can bite into quickly
without making a mess.
If you asked him,
he’d claim he’s never met anyone
kinder, so please don’t say anything
All I want from him is his love.
The fruit of it. The sweet stuff.
All I want is to keep it inside of me
and then move along, because
I don’t like being touched more
than I liked being looked at.
Is it so terrible that I want
to be bigger than him? That I
don’t want to want more than
I need from a person?
I don’t think that’s bad, but
people keep telling me to
apologize for chewing with my
mouth open, so what am
I supposed to do with a whole
heart in there?
How am I going to eat it quietly?
Just give me the thing with no
hands so that I can go to sleep
without them around my neck.
I don’t want the body of love
like I used to. I don’t want to
Well, maybe I do, but not now.
When I close my eyes, I’m a statue
that he wants to run his tongue over.
When I close my eyes, I cut it off
and keep it.