Dali, Salvador . Cannibalism in Autumn . 1936-37 |
Alice has the Munchies
Allured by hungry growls of chesire moon aglow with harvest grin, she's on the prowl for moonlit bits to scoop upon the spoon and fork, to knead the man turned clay. A howl escaped his melting ribs while tea was spilled at dusk. He tasted quite like fattened fowl. Before she swallowed nips of flesh that filled her empty drawers with folds of fallen trust, she saw a shrunken mislead girl who'd killed her only wish: to shun the sculptured dust, erase the moon, replace it with the sun, allow herself to leave the dying lust on autumn's bed. But Alice had begun to feast before the beast had come undone. ©2000 Peggy Putnam Owen |