For dinner:
gravels
from my driveway
I’ll chomp until teeth and bone crumble
gnash until my gums bleed
I’d like to taste the sandy powder resting still beneath the rocks,
the metallic tang of my mouth destroyed

Or, maybe, my cellphone
I’ll bite down until the screen shatters
What’s inside of these things anyway?
Electricity. Mercury? Messages from exes
at 2am
asking me if I’m still awake
I want to swallow it