Many years ago, I told myself I stopped feeding you

I stopped hacking the meat from my arms to feed you

In hopes my sinewy flesh would satisfy your appetite

Then, I would delicately slice the meat from legs to feed myself

Promising to provide for only myself from now on

The same way I vowed never to go to bed past 3 a.m. again

And now at 3:12 a.m., I watch flies buzz around a chunk

Of rotting flesh decaying in the moonlight

Just the way you like it