I Guess You Are What You Eat

We used each other as a means of escape

Popping each other like pills

Anytime, any place, floors, walls, alleys, boats and planes

Public space is where we used to play

I devoured him like a famished crow scooping her prey

Nothing about him I regret.

I lick the plate clean

Wipe my mouth with my hand

And walk away with a full belly

Empty heart

Limping and half dead.

By Janell Hihi
Copyright@2016
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