Her breaths now divisible by one. She thought that kiss is the beginning of cannibalism. But don't all of us swear at the art of our prey? Aren't we tired of our materiality? Doesn't beauty murder us the second we get close? Otherwise, how do we know? How are we fed without hunting? How do we know without looking? To consume, is that all? To be full, is that all? But how about seizing, how do we do it? If we do not see beauty as it is, if we devour with eyes closed, if this is all satiation out of haste, would we ever know how it feels to be full?
If you do not want to know, can I not want this? Can I leave? Can I just eat with my eyes? Maybe, soon, she'll let me eat with my mouth?
November 2023
