tenderbeasts:

I talk about eating god, as if my belly could hold him,
god’s belly fits the entire world, the entire creation inside.
Curious. I talk about god eating me, soft, sickly
bone devourer, a ritual of teeth and marrowed worship
a strange fleshy maiming of my monstrous body
but god, brutally tender, already resting in a universe of
eaten things, says devour your fucking self.