Hunger Pangs

I cut up my ribs,
neat and tidy.

He bites into his,
smearing barbecue

sauce across his mouth.
He’s always been

the impulsive one
and I the more careful.

I wonder if he ever
burned himself.

I know I have.

My heart aches
as I watch, almost

as much as I
do with longing.

If only he’d reach
across the ever

growing distance
between us,

if only he’d devour
me with such

reckless abandon.

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