lips, or something else equally violent

speak your words. destroy me.

give me something other

than the stained-glass, or the white rice,

tasting always too soft, tasting too much

of love. give me what i want, baby.

give me something lethal. you know me.

i cannot live without pressing the tenderness

until it breaks, without leaving

the kettle screaming & forgotten.

i am wide

and open-mouthed,

and ready for whatever is brave enough

to place itself between my jaws.

haunt me. make me afraid.

give me a feeling that I can look in the eyes

and name.