Doctors told me in elementary
school that my blood was sugared
but it was years before the ravenous creatures
found the key to my chamber of sleep.
How long to probe a brain?
How many ions, icons?
They brought tools for drilling,
and teeth a mile long,
but a mortal had gotten there first,
killer-beloved, he sang my body free
of saccharine & left the salt.
After, a dark prince approached
me in an alley & said he’d recognized
me a block away from the
hole in my heart.