mouth buffet

all you can eat of yourself.
a bone licked clean in the call-center.
what can i help you with? what can
i assist you in devouring? there are 
corn-on-the-cob holders shaped
like corn. a restaurant we go to
on my tongue where i can't explain
why i can't explain anything. 
a feral taste. holding a warm white plate.
the first time i met you i invited you
to see the amusement park by which
i mean my skeleton. tying ribbons 
to a tibula like a dead tree or a lamp post.
there is a fire. there is a man carving 
a great ham. i told you, "take everything"
& convinced myself that was devotion.
a serving spoon scraping the bottom
of a metal tray. hash browns. pancake mountain.
i used to have so much. i used to bathe 
in pineapple. now, i eat with tooth picks. 
cubes of cheese & single grapes.
i am pacing myself. how do you unlearn 
starvation? the times i called you 
& the phone turned into a cheeseburger 
in my hand. you didn't come. you were
boiling lobster. you were plucking 
turkeys of all their feathers. you were 
face-in-the-peas. spoon & fork in each hand.
i am still trying to teach myself 
there is more & that you didn't take everything. 
my adoration was cinnamon roll.
unfurled for your lips. sugar & cream & 
far far far too much.