Your Bones (Are Not Enough)

By night

Falling like a lion on your bones.

Mine blocking yours from view.

Guilty consumption in secret.

Lady, go lightly.

By day and the dew,

Hungry again.

Subsist on the past.

Animal, vegetable, mineral?

A pretty flower,

A bitter herb to ornament,

Remind a Jew of years hard spent.

Every bite gives me fear, regret, abandonment,

But also love.

It gets me to the next day

And the next.

Till even your bones are not enough.

Even your bones are dust.

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