Being touched
By a man who cares
About my pleasure

Feels like being the softest kind of tofu—
Hot broth boiling, silky & shivering
Steeped plump with root and
Meat and fungus—

Ready—
When you bite into me—

To burst.

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Poetry Prompt: The Body Comestible

Write a poem in which you reimagine your body as a specific food. What does it feel like to be that food? How do you smell and taste? What do you feel like to the touch? Do you want to be consumed, or left on the plate? What sensations might your body experience when it finds itself being eaten, digested, thrown out, put in the fridge?

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Francesca Leader is a writer and artist originally from Western Montana. She has poetry published or forthcoming in Hooligan, Broadkill Review, Sho Poetry, Cutbow Quarterly, Door is a Jar, Stanchion, Nixe’s Mate, Bullshit Lit, Streetcake, Literary Mama, Poetry New Zealand, and elsewhere. Learn more about her at inabucketthemoon.wordpress.com.