into wild beasts*

seven pork chops
under crock pot lid, each of them
once a fat tongue down my throat.
the red taste of barbecue.
i love a man who grovels into the the body of a goat.
all hoof & knee-- the pen of men who thought
they could fuck me. the trees are
made of meat. i want you to eat.
only girls get to devour
in front of me. if we don't
consume than what is this all
for? give him room to plead
before you do. this is the hand
you use to grab him by
the ears. a lion's heart
is similar to a peach left
to go soft in the heat. reach into 
the chest like a handbag. 
he's full of credit cards &
pocket watches. if he has 
gold make sure you take it off 
before you turn him-- it's 
the flushed face that does it.
i want to bite him open
like an apple, the stem a neck bone.
there is nothing more delicious
than listening to anger turn
to growl. a vicious boy--
there's so many teeth in a wolf's
head to pluck out. a turkey
in the oven. the hunks of
cow in the freezer. this won't
last a winter but there's
always another bad man,
isn't there? oh girl
spend your love on the walls
of a house. the trees are made 
of meat. men like honey &
a pottage of cheese. 
a table set for dinner. 
there will always be more. 

*Circe was the goddess of magic and sorcery 
Through the use of these and a magic wand or staff, 
she transformed her enemies, or those who offended her, 
into wild beasts.