I want to eat
Anne Sexton for breakfast
like toxic cereal
like bacon fat
like sunbursts of egg yolk
swallowed whole and washed down
with a glass of fire
(then I will spit up the flames
burning down the kitchen
until there is nothing left
but ash and cinders
and family secrets
I want to eat
Anne Sexton for breakfast,
lunch and dinner, all of her,
the heels, the sorrow, the rouge,
the blue eyes, the cigarettes
and Martinis, the jangly bracelets,
French perfume, and suicide watch,
the frayed ends
and moths that died
clinging to her chest
and closet,
I want to love her a little,
grope and nuzzle and drizzle,
trace the children lost
in her hair and constellations,
call her Annie or Miss or Mother,
and if she wants to love me back a little,
if she wants to eat me in return,
but it’s not necessary
I need to be the one eating her
so I can become a witch
and she-wolf and gravity-babe
and dirty my clean silver spade
by moonlight
in someone else’s
cold and remote grave.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of two novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale and Raking the Dust, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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