a table for two
on one end, the guest.
napkin in collar,
hands with claws.
the other, for food.
apple in jaw,
pig to slaughter.
the meal — a spoon
of fear
deep in a chamber
of the heart
coolly slotting
in the cove between
muscle and the cloche
of ribs.
a fork
of itchyanxiouspain,
twirled into a spool
of intestines.
knife of grief
puncturing lungs,
the guest devours
and dissects,
as i submit.
slumped across the table,
life carves me
into a flawed fixed consumed
whole.
Dee Mohammed is a part-time writer/baker/creator, full-time sophomore/friend/ daughter, and all-the-time worrier/procrastinator/dreamer. Her publications include Life in 10 Minutes Lit Mag. Her current obsessions include the poetry of Audre Lorde and eating copious amounts of mango sorbet.