Nibbling away past the skin of me,
Your snacking leads to a sustainable lifestyle.
Bruising the pear of my belly.
Boxing your gelatinous ribs.
I’m chewing tobacco tongue-pressed
Against your inside cheeks’ acid walls.
You’ve mistaken me for mackerel,
Dumb, compliant, snapping at the lure.
I beavered your dam.
Damned me who squandered the spark.
I’m a fool, born every minute.
Beneath your shirt is a tattoo of my name.
We resemble, smitten by our compass.
Opposing constellations, constellations nonetheless.