On shaved ice
my legs my arms
two brown eyes
in pickle jars
ten fingers
skewered sideways
lips and tongue
candied, bright red

made small talk with the butcher he
said he'd give you any part of me

vanilla
red velvet hair
pink liver
shiny and bare
open mouth
drool on the glass
pointing out
the slice of my ass

you bargain with the butcher he
says he'll give you every part of me
take me home with all your groceries
ripping the ribbons off my packaging

give up on following a recipe
cant keep your bloody fingers off of me
it doesn't bother you to watch me bleed
'cus all you want is to devour me