sleep eating my body is a handful of grain. took the moon down like a balloon. arrow through the heart. feed myself meal worm in the dark until they turned to red sugar. how could you not want to fill your bones? i am my mother's only remaining jar of blackberry jam. winter is coming soon & we will be mummified by our doors. who knows what kind of hunger is waiting. i used to only use spoons to scrape at the far all in my bedroom but now i take the shovel. swallow hunks of drywall. coughing ice cream. i am becoming a wall or a window. who knows what the structure has in store. you watch me making my way through a dark kitchen. spiders for hands. i knit a web over the fridge. caress forks like stray cats. then, curl up, like a chestnut waiting for a foot. spitting the pit out in my hand. fearless peach fur. the knife drawer turning into a veranda. who knew there was so much. in the city of scarcity everyone believes it's already over. but here the kitchen wearing a favorite shadow. you do not stop me. you simply watch.