LET ME BE THE DOG AT YOUR FEET

LET ME BE THE DOG AT YOUR FEET

let me leave the dead mouse by your door

 beg for more and more and more

let me clean your bloodied leg

with the towel in your mother's kitchen junk drawer

 more and more and more

i fall in love you with in hues of 

crimson,

and black,

and blue

more and more and more

i feel my skin begin to thin and

my veins

run 

brittle 

and soon

i will not eat for you