Omnivore
       

Perhaps I could even eat candles and survive
the deep frozen ocean on my fats and waxes,
meet rat fish on the abyssal plain,
befriend the tubeworms and garden eels,
arise at night to shine back at the moon
that endlessly slaves for the calendar.
For now I encompass the alkaloids,
transformation hangs on my breath.
One night I ate the entire bedroom to lace
and she unfurled her leaves to please me.

Copyright © 2010 Allan Peterson All rights reserved
from Omnivore
Bateau Press
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