notes on withdraw

i never said i wouldn't eat your heart.
there are ads in the newpaper
for mousekillers. 
i don't want to hunt for glass anymore.
broken plum seed. fracture
my funny bone & call me a jester.
o queen leek, let's get in the blend
& try to talk about football.
my stomach grows a jaw bone
but no teeth. my hands shake 
& i lift a skull from its velvet pouch.
tell me everything you know 
about being a girl. when i think of myself
i say "we" because i keep a greek chorus
in my head. a mouth with seven beaks.
the enclosure has a feeding trough.
the feeding trough is full of jax.
your heart tasted like peach rings.
i did not leave a single crumb.
all the while you watched & said,
"do it do it." "yes" is a form of submarine.
let's see how deep your yearning goes.
i pay a man to kill a tree. i am my father.
the tree has a brother who haunts the yard
always looking for revenge. 
this is the process of finding your footprints
everywhere & not remembering
being here before. have i really had
so little control over my bones?
yes, the answer is yes. there is
a bowl of strawberry candies
for anyone who wants to be a grandchild
in my house. come here. come closer.
tell me what i look like to you. tell me
if i still could pass as a nun if i needed to. 
do i look as hungry as i feel?