The flesh of the body

You glow nebulously 

down the highway

in the cubist womb.

of course,

I have to break

silence.



like break-

fast, 

	words.

I eat my words

they sustain my body’s

mind

through the day.

Satisfying

the anxiety of hunger 

of silence, through



saying

“its all so apart”

I rip the meaty

flesh of the world

with tooth and tongue,



so

straight lines loop

into the vague curve

of your body glow,

in the crimson

of my eyes

making you palatable

© Jake MacKenzie