pica_pica

chewing slowly trying to sift out the piece of bone or
fingernail i got up and looked in the cupboards again even
though i don't put cups in them and they're not bare and you're not
in there either mulling my tounge around like feet in grapes
feeling for gristle staring into mason jars i paced
back to the fridge where the electric wind cools my eyeballs
which don't blink while i notice nothing has moved since you have
not hid under the lettuce or the crisper or from me
crunching on a broken tooth maybe and my mouthful of
meat is dry and i can't swallow while i let the fridge door
close and open my mouth as it's getting hard to breathe
and it's black in the oven like my gaping mouth and you're not in there
pushing the dough through my teeth i pick up the phone to look
inside and pierce my tounge with something sharp an ear
ring maybe and metallic liquid fills my mouth and eyes
looking deep inside the dial tone waiting for you to whisper
but blood and my mouth overflows and i swallow and you
grab and i hear flesh ripping as you slide through
my chest and i hang up the phone and my coat and stop
searching