attention

a poem (escapril day four)

if i could i’d give you my all, pound my heart into a jam and crush my bones into stew. maybe that’d make me easier to swallow.  

and if you’d like, i could abandon my anatomy and live in the space between your index finger and your thumb. 

i could be gentle but (always) ravenous. what if i cut up some pomegranate?i’ll let the juice trickle down my fingers and pool at the corners of my mouth, and hope the stories are true and pray to not one god, but two. 

and i could kill for your attention, that is, if once is enough.