light ice cream 

tell me you are avoiding a conversation
with the gods. now, you do not have to choose
between satisfaction & hunger.
we make food without any marrow. 
in the ice cream section i find the ice cream
with the least calories. put a spoon in my mouth.
count my steps to the moon's melting chin.
when i say i am ravenous i mean 
there is a door kicked in where my stomach 
should be. i mean i have tied notes
to the legs of carrier pigeons just to find
they are delivering them to the tree in the yard.
i did not even know who they were for.
the first time i realized we could measure
just how much we are supposed to consume
in a day i was giddy. finally, a way to understand 
my body in proximity to death.
we do not spend the day. the day 
spins us like spools of thread. i love
to scrape the bottom of the pint & pretend
i am a libertine. yes, this is the carcass 
of a swan. yes this is exactly where 
irises go to turn to seed. lick the spoon.
taste the sound of cream. once, when 
i was a child, i ate whole fat ice cream.
i did not know it was whole fat, i just
sat in front of a television & it sang to me.
i am terrified of what it means 
to indulge. i do not know if i ever do 
anymore. if i did though, it would involve 
a ritual sacrifice. cutting off my own thumb
& feeding it to a cow. saying,
"thank you for your blood." the cow
unzipping his flesh to reveal he was 
a flock of spoons all along. the serving size
is a half a cup. we all know 
no one is going to eat just half a cup.