provisions
i.
i spread the greatest love of my life on toast // sugared his brain & licked it clean // my fear of the
infinite unknown unfurled like steamed peach skin in his hands used
chicken grease
on my lips as a mating call // the milk of durian // the hot oozing wax of a yolk, half-cooked //
he caught me
once burrowing my way to his ribs for the meat of flesh, there // asked me why not plant flowers
instead of cherry seeds in his belly button // he’d say a womxn like you is holy butter
spread your love
across
my heart
ii.
no one understands the miracle of his body bread // if god made that & me, we must mean more,
more more… // morning was never just morning // it was time to honor my split pitted plum
with his eyes // fat // like round cups of Milo.
imagine being the nectarine a man stuck his thumb into & sucked the juice of life from.
iii.
y’all crossing streets when you see me don’t know that unbothered, wet, black mouths
produce the most delicious sap. one night he ate cold rice & waited for me in the carcass
of a bad dream // no one ever craved black gxrl soup like him…
iv.
all the men eaten after you // oh, how their bones were stale
how they made my spit thick
your love stains
like pomegranate juice
just as tart, too.