never trust yourself to order when you're hungry

it's been awhile since i've been fed
i sit in a drafty corner of a room
mouth closed, secretly salivating
after some imaginary delight
my insides are doing somersaults
from emptiness
like a chaos of clothes
tumbling in the laundry dryer

then i see meat, fresh meat
that can satisfy, please, fill
i want it so bad
my sweat leaks out to take a peek
it wants to taste anything

stuff myself until i can't breathe
look back and realize while
i'm breathless, unbuttoned, drenched
he was a mistake