Kristen, 19, Louisville to Bloomington.

More and More
by Margaret Atwood

More and more frequently the edges
of me dissolve and I become
a wish to assimilate the world, including
you, if possible through the skin
like a cool plant's tricks with oxygen
and live by a harmless green burning.

I would not consume
you or ever
finish, you would still be there as the air.

Unfortunately I don't have leaves.
Instead I have eyes
and teeth and other non-green
things which rule out osmosis.

So be careful, I mean it,
I give you fair warning:

This kind of hunger draws
everything into its own
space; nor can we
talk it all over, have a calm
rational discussion.

There is no reason for this, only
a starved dog's logic about bones.

weekend.

Titus Andronicus and downtown and prom and sleepover and Heine brothers and Ghost Writer and qdoba and Boomerang shows and Heine brothers again and downtown again and jared’s and lentil soup and not enough sleep.