this one goes out to the one I love



noun: (often shortened to vore) is a paraphilia where arousal occurs from the idea of someone or something eating, or being eaten by, someone or something.

he loved her like taking a number
from a red plastic dispenser
faithfully holding a ticket
until he reached the front of the line

from within the cooled glass case
the ham stared up and
if she wasn’t better off
when she was still the pig

he wandered away a moment
because he thought to get bread first
and really it was quite a long queue for
ham that cheap

she felt happier though to be let alone
to lie down against the plastic sheets
the other meats tacky
touching her with their flat, clammy flesh
Nine Inch Nails came over the speakers

through every forest
above the trees
within my stomach
scraped off my knees
i drink the honey
from inside your hive
you are the reason i stay alive

upstairs in the office
the manager realises that that song
isn’t meant to be played on the P.A.
and chokes a on greasy kransky

while he, holding a loaf of sourdough
with a fabulous crust
he thinks
honey-smoked ham, yeah, right?
the attendant calls his number

she sighs and thinks
of the delicacy-tassen
the spare rib
the colds cuts

the liverwurst
of love

Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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