Water trickles down my neck
filling my nose
covering my eyes
I cannot bring myself to close them
the soapy sting is a painful reminder.
that when my eyes shut,
yours will open
I am being watched
stop watching me

******.
How could I resist you?
Your skin crackles at my touch.
But I
Have celiac
I yearn for your doughy embrace.
I crave your caloric crunch.
A single tear rolls down my face
Absorbed.
Into your crust.

It is no longer Halloween.
Take off the sheet.
I am afraid of ghosts.

I wake with the sun
In hopes of meeting you.
thick with pasteurization,
you have the probiotics I crave.
Chilled from your Frigidaire home,
all you need is a stir.
lumpy and unsatisfying,
homogenization is the goal.
I mix tirelessly until nightfall,
praying for your smooth texture
At last,
it is mixed.
or so I thought.
your betrayal,
clumpy.
It leaves me hurt,
and hungry
I must mix again.

Why do you come here small bird?
I have no food for you,
you trust me, with all of your feathery innocence.
yet still, you do not understand.
I am broke.
and a bird too.