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