i'm not sure if it's fear
that creates our hunger to feast
fear of death
fear of disappearing
fear of being eaten by age or weakness
but i want to bite into you
like a juicy grill-charred stake
chew away at the flesh and blood
get bits of you stuck between my teeth
meet the taste of my aliveness
in animal wildness
i want us to scare ourselves silly
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