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The Frozen Aisle

 

Put princes on your grocery list

since it seems you now prefer

a packaged man.  Your loving stirred

yet devoured these lips it kissed

 

(conquering me made good repast).

I longed to feel a bit admired

like royalty-- a noble coward

to you, who boiled away my best.

 

I worshiped you from skin to core--

your heart an ore of such unrest,

a tooth that tore my frailty.

 

A smell grows sweet behind your door,

but shoppers love my flesh no less

now that I'm cured and somewhat salty.