The Frozen Aisle
Put princes on your grocery list
since it seems you now prefer
a packaged man. Your loving stirred
yet devoured these lips it kissed
(conquering me made good repast).
I longed to feel a bit admired
like royalty-- a noble coward
to you, who boiled away my best.
I worshiped you from skin to core--
your heart an ore of such unrest,
a tooth that tore my frailty.
A smell grows sweet behind your door,
but shoppers love my flesh no less
now that I'm cured and somewhat salty.