Elizabeth Gomez: Stuffed

You…love me?
You say these words…
Let them wiggle and twist in your mouth,
Like worms inside a corpse,
But you do not know love.

You’ve heard the words:
I. Love. You.
Swirling rapidly around you.
Echoes ringing in your ears,
Yet, never quite reaching your soul.

To know love, you must give love.
Instead, you greedily consume it.
Thrusting fork from plate to face,
Stuffing yourself with all you can eat,
’til you round out like a pig before sleep.