It occurs to me that my appetite
and my relationship
have blossomed into a beautiful analogy.
Or perhaps the foundation of one.
You see I haven’t been able to eat in weeks.
And it is no secret how well my thighs were once acquainted
but we see them drifting lately and it is with a ferocity
I’m failing to blanket.
There is a man who regards my thighs with the same fear
that I regard our future.