You ate me whole
last night, one piece
at a time but all done in
the end, save for the organs
you can do without: a heart
a liver, a brain. You spit those up,
half-chewed, thrown out like gristle,
unsavory.

I am one of many,
a late-night snack
to feed your emptiness,
a passing craving among your
compulsive binges: a morsel,
a taste, a swallow. You savored every bite,
licked your fingers clean, and left no tip,
sated.

Who will feed
your hunger for flesh,
lay out a feast for your eyes,
make your mouth water, tempt you
with your favorite dish: a little tongue,
a breast, a thigh? Go ahead and have your dessert
for all I care, gag on every delicious mouthful,
choke.