vegetarians shouldn’t read this

what price, king,
to languish at the center
of your table

pressing the plumpness
of red apple between my teeth,
and decorate your feast?

i will pass you coins
and all the shiny objects i have collected
a few mud pies,
rinds of my brother
sides from my mother
and a strip of the stillborn baby

if you promise not to leave me here–
i am too alone.

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