BORN AGAIN | by Karen Terrey

a gift it could be a gift I say
the girlfriend can’t do it in Alive
she can’t eat the meat off a human thigh
dessicating on the roof of an airplane
in the Andes sun and yet
she tells her boyfriend, when I die,
eat me, as my gift to you

we are driving you grab my thigh
squeeze the steak of my quadriceps
as we pass the Donner Party monument -
the snow twenty feet lower this winter
no wonder they ate each other
would you have to be dying
to eat me?

I would eat you
it could be a gift

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Karen Terrey has poems published in Moonshine Ink, Sierra Nevada Review, Autumn Sky, Word Riot, Rhino, Edge and Meadow, as well as forthcoming in Canary and Gray Sparrow Journal. To learn more about Karen see her blog at http://www.karenaterrey.blogspot.com/.