Toast by Alexandra Englehart

I want you to feel me in your veins like fire:

darkening, hardening, burning.

I want to melt over you,

under you,

inside you

like butter.

Lay me down, spread me out

until I seep inside,

a taste you can’t get rid of.

I want to break you in two, feed on the soft parts,

feel you crunch in the middle.

I want to throw you away,

the pieces that don’t matter.

the tasteless edges:

lifeless, broken pieces,

So there’s nothing left for anyone else.

Because no one wants to eat burnt toast.

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