Sarah Rooney Designs

A Woman’s Heart is

i’ve chewed up this town and i’ve spit it out
crumpled soppy on the concrete

i’ve got a craving echoing in the hollows where my lungs should be
in the chasm beneath my breast

the sort that i might pass out if i don’t satiate
the sort that i might vomit if i do

on sundays i cut coffee table buoquets
practice punching up

carve the sockets behind my eyes deeper
with my roommate’s potato peeler

make plenty of room there for the people my gaze will swallow

i study the maps in the cracks of the bus’s windows
smile with lips licked raw

i’ve burned away my fingertips
lined my ribs with teeth

i’ve got a tinny little voice
that makes its bed in my curls

whispers of a life worth devouring