Plate In The Mirror

Blood-eater, do this for me.
Put your self down to eat
With a mirror.

Such that you can see
Yourself, and that
Plate in the mirror.

Watch yourself eat that blood.
Know then this: there’s the killing
And then there’s the eating,
The mirror effect, and the horror.

What’s Good?

My cat scratches the carpet
Hooking his claws
And drawing himself along on his side.

The garden is so generous.
I want to decorate it with figurines and tiles
Like a child’s bedroom
To show it how grateful I am for its inhabitation.

Hasta la vista pasta!
I haven’t touched you for weeks
Today I filled the bowl
With half a dozen steamed vegetables
All different, each taste becoming the
One something.