When the dog sinks her dull teeth
into the down of the rabbit,
we say She must have really wanted
that one.
Blood lust, we call it. Carnal.
Both the meat &
the pain it suffered—
Tender. Raw.
Oh, we moan.
We keen.
Fall to our knees
& kiss the muzzle.
The empty chamber
of her open mouth—
weapon & instrument
of affection.
Killer, we call her.
We feed her bones
from our own plates.
Good girl, we say.
What a good girl.
We Call It Hunger by Sarah Carson|Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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Sarah Carson is the author of three full-length poetry collections, including How to Baptize a Child in Flint, Michigan (Persea Books). You can read more of her work at stuffsarahwrote.com
