Gluttony swarms my stomach
a hundred a thousand a fillion worms
nestling bursting birthing themselves
dusting shelves of what I remember being
How could you
Now books are dropping like flies
From the wall
don’t know to whom these words belong
Come claim your prize
My dignity my burrowing pride
YES it’s my strength you’re reading
it’s depleting now nourishing dirt
Fertile if only for a morning
I can’t fill my gut with anything more
The moths glittering in me are drowning
So, sea-section them out in out in
Close suture and stitch with creeping vines
Take me
Seriously
Or, consume me
‘fore I consume myself a frantic pire
for Black Is A Hungry Color
