I could cut off your hand

wrap my teeth about each

finger ‘til it snaps

like a baby carrot

to expose the end of your

bones, diamonds in a cave.


I could eat your bed,

destroying all comfort,

slurping your sheets up.

My burps will smell

of your sleepy sweat,

and your pillows will swell

to fill my belly.


I could live in your stomach,

Geppetto in the whale,

with a skeleton friend,

a fishing pole.

The gurgles of your tummy

are trains in the night,

a humming radiator

too hot to be near.


Because I love you that much.


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