Before the war leaned in and blew out / the candles, there were many long days / where lovers called themselves lovers / and a house was a dream but also
Breakfast Tacos, from the series Seven Days, 2003, by Chuck Ramirez / / Let me be your last meal.
“Let me be your last meal:
mouthfuls of my never-to-be-digested
face, my immovable femur
caught in your throat”