 | ||
| It Must Be Time For Lunch Now, 1979, by Francesca Woodman Source Mag 137 |
Skewered, bound tight
and slowly turned over
a hot fire until quite done,
my tender heart is crusted
in dread. I know my fate, after all.
After I’ve been sliced and served,
you will greedily devour me,
taking your fill, then toss
the leftovers out with
Monday’s garbage.
***
