discerning disposition and a desire to
eat you alive
cover you in mercury and honeysuckle
and lap it up
your collarbones will ache
as i sink my crooked teeth into them
i am no better than a mutt
biting the hand that feeds it
simply because that hand smells divine
to you it is a good pain
maybe you're a masochist or maybe
you're just so gullible that you believe me
when i say my 46th sorry
teach me a lesson
leave me outside
on a cold chain leash
even as i whine
i may be a dog but i know it is wrong
to yearn for human flesh;
though it is in my nature as a descendant of wolves
i'll yelp and beg through the night
paws aching
don't let me back inside until morning.
