Another fragment

(Just another fragment of an unfinished poem.. this one and the last might end up being fused together, I don’t know. They’re about the same things, just written at different times in my life)

Humans are synonymous with

consumption

Always hungry hungry hungry

You want to feel clean

so you eat of christ

His flesh lingers on your

split snake tongue

Can you taste it when you sin?

Bad men who want to know

good women —

they lick their bones clean

They think they

earned it earned it earned it