Seamripper

A Seamripper
bright blue
silver pointed
curving knife
glides slowly down
my inseam
pulling gently on my tender skin

red drips
on my ankle bone
working its way down
and up my body

skin is what's
on the menu tonight
The piece of me
looks tasty
on the dinnerplate

What I ate
long ago
was me for a while
my skin boundary
now
must separate
be eaten again
must take fresh form

I bite into the flesh
tasting myself anew
the flavor is bitter
but must be borne