Because of you
things have become clear.
It is clear why praying mantises eat their mates head.
It is clear why the husband is the main suspect in his wife’s murder.
It is clear why Dahmer ate the flesh and kept the skulls of his victims.
When I am with you
I can sympathize with the bugs, Dahmers, and OJ Simpsons of the world.
I can understand the fear and the mania that comes from love.
But I love you more.
More than the insect loves her husband or the murderer his victim.
I love you more than the whore Van Gogh cut his ear off for.
For you I would cut off both ears and a nose
every digit on every limb.
I would collect all of your chewed gum to make into a shrine.
I would kill you and bury your body with a seed in hopes that a tree sprouts
and the apples that grow can be made from bits of you
and when I eat the apples I can be made from bits of you.
You can be my skin and eyes
my fingers and toes.
We can be together forever
until the sun explodes.