omnivore

Pushing peas across your plate-

Pressing them into the glaze

You’re a picky eater;

picking at my skin 

Plucking out my blood cells 

hair follicle by hair follicle 

I break apart

Calves carved like loaves

And arms cut for wings-

You’ve always loved birds

dressed under rosemary

Your mouth is a mortar-

Gravy, gums, guts to stock

Your gullet takes every inch of me

Alveoli and all