(chueh-chu, or Chinese “cut sonnet” form)


We intergrade, we fade, we shade;
each intrant to another, made
whole as we gorge, Moebius-
like, on each other. No more maid!

We’re Ouroborous and we’re one;
we delight in the flesh we’ve preyed,
devouring flesh, skin, and bone—
in our gluttony, we’re unmade.