My Family

My Family

My Family

OH!To match the perfect, assymetric
beauty of your viscera that carpets.
Naught can beat the wondrous, sensual slice
as my knife caresses you, one pair of
lips to the next. Part your full, scented breast.
Slide the length and breadth of the warm, expanse
of your belly. I bisect your navel
and crack your sternum asunder, release
the breath sealed within the soft, sponge tissues.

Taste your warm, still beating, engine and crush it.
Guts hang extended, bordering the wall.
The first home, first hearth, open it up, open, yes.
The newborn cries this is no world for it,
a girl, a miniature of her mother,
outside, and in. My Family. Richly
decorates a sealed, uncharted region,
a room that terrifies, deep in my mind.