Every type of eating

by LP Veinia 

That part of you that’s missing  

The one that snapped off inside of me

When you taught me every type of eating

And the skin healed over so healthy. A 

gurney stitched from blankets  

Doused in fresh need and lighter fuel

Wreckling botched daughters tend my sides 

Turning me over, 7 new shades of cruel. I

think I can remember being small Before I

was honey caught it hair  

Soft amaretti, angora affection  

When I was apple red needing to be shared.

You showed me God as a trauma response

Being good as a bad-tasting medicine Leave

all well and alive for convenience Keep from

killing for your own salvation. Inch your way

through warm mouth And down the throat of

paradise  

Before you let yourself go cold  

Leave your love out and fresh on ice.

You taught me every type of eating I slide bullet

between ribs and over-touched When I was

your little girl I could do no wrong Now I have

done so much.