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For All That I Have Consumed (I: Carnivore), Robin Sinclair
I am sorry
when you felt my body ache for you,
it was not the throb of lascivity
but the pangs of hunger,
even as flesh twisted together like numinous mulberries
I was not there, in that silky lusting with you,
I was wrapped in a desperation to be you.
I am sorry
What, to you, was consecration
was revealed as consumption
A gender carnivore trying to
eat its way out of a cave as deep as a lifetime
through tunnels of flesh,
one taste of dignity per promise,
one morsel of trust at a time
until I vanish with still-empty innards.
Robin Sinclair (they/them) is a queer, trans writer of poetry, fiction, and nonfiction. Their work can be found in various journals, including Trampset, Luna Luna Magazine, and Across The Margin. Find Robin at RobinSinclairBooks.com