Bringing nothing to the table but my teeth
               Some dried nails, dull and storied
I release myself from the burden of want.

The course bark of calling,
The apotheosized commitment of feeble
Drunk love; the lie of life and
                       the emaciated chortle of purpose.

I no longer hunger in a mirror of porcelain.
The plated dinner party for which
        I was never invited, elbows against grain
        knowing everything I have ever loved

Has eaten me up. I swallow it all
         and call fullness to the table beside me like
my new hungry bride.