Robert Crisp
She made me
a delicate dish,
her own flesh
and her voice
serving as food.
I ate quickly,
afraid of her,
the pure strength
she called upon
to offer herself.
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Robert Crisp currently hides out in Savannah, GA, where he teaches and keeps strange hours and stranger company. He writes poetry as often as he can. Learn more at www.writingforghosts.com.