Smoked out ribcage

I want to live for early mornings
and find my heart again on a foggy sidewalk,
the same heart that was smoked out years ago
by angry rejection and hot frustrated home-grown
loneliness. I kept myself hollow but just now learned that
I might seek to feel full. I wonder if it’s enough to see
it all on my own.
Some small part of me wants to be eaten whole. A bigger part
of me wants to always be the one who eats.

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