Thirst

Lyrics

but i can't stand not to be swallowed whole, to be sunken into, wrapped in wet walls & then broken down, & then dissolved into someone else's cells. to be craved so hard i become marrow. stomach lining & tooth. to be devoured – though not by a man who expects a meal of me. not by a man who plucks thighs from street corners, hungers for poultry to cure his own smallness. those men i want keeled over & panting on the back steps, clawing at the screen. those men i wish desert. saltwater. flat tire in the canyon. wandering the empty shelves after we fruit have escaped to feast on each other's pulp, mouths wild & dripping, hands sticky til we're slick pits, stripped & sated & ready to return to the soil, ready to grow our new bodies.