you told me once
about a woman you met
in a dream.
she came to you
and you asked her
'what do you want?'
and in reply
she unhinged her jaw
gurgled a hiss
and pointed down
the deep darkness
of her throat.

i can't feed her anymore.
she ate you
but she won't eat me.

look at her again--
she is you
newborn as a baby
and all she wants
is for you to cradle her
gently
to your breast
and nurse her back to sleep.

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