The Cannibal's Canción

by Gloria Anzaldúa

Gloria E. Anzaldúa

It is our custom
to consume
the person we love.
Taboo flesh: swollen
genitalia nipples
the scrotum the vulva
the soles of the feet
the palms of the hand
heart and liver taste best.
Cannibalism is blessed.

I'll wear your jawbone
round my neck
listen to your vertebrae
bone rapping bone in my wrists.
Tl string your fingers round my waist
what a rigorous embrace.
Over my heart I'll wear
a brooch with a lock of your hair.
Nights Ir'l sleep cradling
your skull sharpening
my teeth on your toothless grin.

Sundays there's Mass and communion
and I'll put your relics to rest.

Last updated March 27, 2023