Right Now, Tell Her You Love Her- Draft

she kept at it until there was herself. 

she peeled away each globule

of fat. thinking of pumpkin

harvest moons and villagers 

moving too tired feet

to crush grapes.

not enough. more and more

she whimpered until it became time

to sever the least necessary 

organs. make good food and music.

she cut, marinated and barbecued hers

as an offering. it was sweet 

when she folded

into a flesh sack of empty

bones with only a heart.