At 1 am he announced that he was a sidekick
Quick kick to the side of happiness, kidneys
And that he bit last winter's night
Because she had the face of cherub;
He wanted to see if she would bleed, taste
Sweet. It did not matter she
Was salty, or that she yawned when he left
Teeth marks, rug burns on her back.
At 1:15 am she announced she was a goddess
A slow slide to the right lung, languid
And that goddesses don't taste sidekicks
They roast them slowly, over an open fire