Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

Feeding Her Hunger

In my dream she swallowed me
whole. She confused me with
her breakfast, dipping me in
her coffee like a croissant that
needed moistening. She must
have been stoned. I must have
been shrunk to a miniature size.
If she did it by mistake, it would
please my heart to know so. I
would even forgive her if she tore
my limbs apart and cooked them
in a pan to feed her hunger. It
was just a dream after all.

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His poems have appeared in Blue Collar Review, Mad Swirl, Otoliths, Unlikely Stories, and ZYX.
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Blogger Susan E. Gangel said...

love this--tight yet loose--imagery works for me!
susan gangel

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