the meal

today, I ate my pinky toe

and it tasted of pennies and chocolate

tomorrow,

my fingers did go

all ten, one by one

ring was best of the bunch

perfectly chewy

the thumb went down with a hefty

crunch 

hands, I ate that night 

following the lines of my palm

with each 

| bite |

forearms were next

made quite a mess

but soon, I was on to the feet

1 down, 9 I can see

mouthfuls of me

the night wore on

the carpet was stained 

nothing to falter

my ravenous game

the legs were tough

like rubbery 

tires

I ate till dawn

the sun shone

on the bathroom  

mirror 

in the reflection

rather limbless

I am content

only one thing to go

stomach / brain / heart

I chose the 

brain

munching gray mush 

till there was 

no pain

before long,

I scarcely knew I was 

- gone.