Tenderloin

i sat in the oven waiting for you to turn the dial

165 pounds at 7 minutes a pound = so many minutes

i assumed that you will baste me

since you didn't brine me before

sliding me into the oven, thick with heat

and the air wavy, like concrete before

a long walk down to the pool in summer

in this haze of warmth and heat

my flesh began to crisp

and you began to lick your lips,

open your mouth,

waiting

for that first taste of my skin

i wonder how you will pick out the bones

or if you will wrap me in a foil blanket

and let me rest for an hour

before you try to carve me

with your fingers

i'm still moist on the outside

and i will be ripped apart in your mouth,

dipped in a thick creamy sauce

and placed on the tip of your tongue

where i will just fall apart