I wanted to lick the sweat from your spine
While I wait and consider
I think of being thinner and disappearing completely
I wanted to drink you like wine
Spread before me like a feast
I think of being happier yet still an insufficient me

I’ll be your waiter, you’ll be my impatience
I’ll bring you nice things, beads, trinkets and violence
I’ll be your waiter, you’ll be my commission
I’ll clear your table and you’ll enable my every vision

_{May 25, 2024}