by Elizabeth May

She looks just like you!
I could eat her up!

I could just swallow her right up,
puke her out, and then rinse and repeat.
I would pluck out those pretty green eyes
and squeeze them over a side salad.
Squish her into a blender
and slurp her through a straw like a smoothie.

Peel off all ten of those tiny toenails
and store them in my pepper grinder.
Saw off those feet and hang them
from my new Birkin bag for luck.
Liposuction her soft little thighs
and have her injected into my finest lines.

What about snipping off each of those fingers
and using them as drink stirrers
at my next cocktail party? Wouldn’t that
be a conversation starter!
So precious, you must
just want to gobble her up!

Elizabeth May is a writer whose poetry has appeared in Eunoia Review, 2 Bridges Review, and QWERTY. She lives with her husband in Kansas City. Connect with her at www.elizabethmaywriting.com.