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Julian Victory-
BRING ME ANOTHER COURSE
Austin Lawrence-
Consumption
Roman May-
Untitled
You gut me like a pig in the middle of your kitchen. Flesh and sinew rupture, a sudden sickening sound. Blood pours out of me like the bottle of merlot we shared over dinner and dreams. It pools beneath the pantry door. You drink cocktails with the salt of my tears, my olive eyes watching with each smile and sip. You swallow my tongue, sautéed with spit and secrets, just like you did the night we met. I let you in. I let you know me. I let you see me, eat me, taste me. I let you devour me. Why don’t you eat yourself instead? Devour from the inside out, make yourself empty everywhere but your stomach, as you fill up on the life you now lack, through others. Consumption, destruction, death, and life– you gave them all to me, and now, It seems, I’ve given them all back.
love you + your snaggle toothed bite / my well mannered monster / mean to everyone save for me / cannibal with cavities / sweet enough to ache / love each warning bite, every carefully placed snap / love holding my fingers in your mouth just to have them there / love testing your patience / love your worship + the devotion of self control / you want me safe more than you want to be sated / i say “don’t touch” + you snarl into the pillow, / hands still as prey animal caught out. / i say “watch your teeth” + your tongue presses hot + soft to my throat / + i remain unmarked + bubbling over with pride.
Taking a step into The ringing kitchen I hear the steady Crack Of something live Beneath my boot A slice of pepper Cunning carcass Crunches like an Exoskeleton And is left To rot Scrape another Unclaimed fruit Into the garbage Unblemished temptresses of tomatoes Berries, cherries, oranges peeled and not Hit the floor Rendered used I’m sick of all this garbage Made of gods Mind wandering To the fruits that rot like me I suppose I’m sick of all this waste and wanting Don’t know how else to split Myself open Surrounded by Short-lived abundance My desire for him seems Bottomless
Alder James -
hungry for me
when i say my love language is to provide i mean myself entirely and wholly to those who can stomach me / who can taste me in all my bitter to find the sweet and keep going / who can swallow me whole and not spit me out / though i often confuse my need to be useful as a want to be consumed / and so i have been left half finished more times than i care to recall / my remains pushed to the side of the plate to signal that they were not only done with me but i was not what they ordered anyway / but with you the only burden i wish to be is the work of your jaw to chew my meat and crunch my bones / be careful not to choke on me my love / i wish to nourish you and keep the cold at bay in winter like a hearty bone broth / i wish to be the sweet fruit that perks up your mood in the heat of summer / and i won’t say anything about the juice dripping down your chin except i will and you will smile / and all i can say is i promise it will be worth it / please don’t give up on me because i am an acquired taste / refine your palate and finish me / and by the end when there is nothing left of me you will simply be someone who is full of those you have loved before
Sfarda L. Gül-
I’LL BE YOUR SPECIMEN
Love is a scalpel and circumstances are the dissection table upon which I become the crippled specimen for you. Beating heart for you, quivering lungs for you, pulsing veins, wine-sweet blood and meaty marrow for you. Drink me. Feast upon me. Slice my angelite lips from my pearl teeth to purify me. Unzip my skin off my carcass and unspool my ailing brain in which resides only you because without you I’m nothing so here I am, drained and eviscerated on your dissection table, my organs in your glass jars and eyeballs dangling from your ears like jewellery. You told me my eyes look like covellines. I don’t know what that is but I know it’s blue like my dumb and dead lips. Maybe that’s why you wore me like gemstone adornments. Maybe I’ll only ever be pretty dismembered by you but I don’t mind because you look gorgeous as fresh suicide in blue and I’m too dumb and dead, so, my love, I’ll be a specimen for you.
Sesso Nullo-
Eucharist
To eat one another is to make love from the same matter to taste your lover's fresh skin is to know them from the principle, kissing and biting and licking one's cheek to let them know your affection smacking our lips together so we can exchange and digest our lògos, your smell isn't really distinguishable, your flavor either, nor your consistency all of them aren't as neat as my intoxication and blinded envy. I wanna stab a boy and keep him close to me so so close, feeling his blood tickle my entire body I'm fucking jealous of my lovers and their perfect stupid binary bodies I fuck guys and then I skin them and wear with pride their manhood that I never had; I can't stay too long with a male without the urge to become like them. To possess your body is to appreciate your whole existence to glorify your fleshy temple, you're the Christ to my wine you're the nourishment for the apostle that I am we are made from entrails and we'll return as one from the consumption of each other's self.