hungrier than we admit
you know how i love things / that crunch
picture me lounging, tuesday afternoon,
eating a spot of glass, chipped from a cracked
screen, slipped and wound up ground
betwixt my teeth. you know how i love things
that crunch (crouton, green grape, graham).
i swallowed glass, and nothing of note has
come of it, so now i’m free dreaming of
chewed bulbs, living out that My Strange
Addiction episode, they called him
Glasseater, light bulbs famously do not fit
in mouths. the addiction is improbability,
wonder each time he’s not coughing up blood,
a daring esophageal declaration that maybe
the edges aren’t as sharp as you think
Tillie Lefforge (she/they) is a queer Arkansan writer. Their work is published in The Foundationalist, Glass Mountain, and Stone of Madness Press. She is a graduate of Hendrix College and current MFA candidate at the University of Alabama.
