Belief

Believe me when I say
I am more than this flesh
more than this voice
more mutable
more movable
than any other feast you have known
any other dish you have sampled, have consumed.

Believe me when I say
I am nourishment
and poison;

I should know,
shouldn’t I?

I, who have swallowed this voice
these dreams
these words
until I have learned
to not choke on them
but grind them into
something else–

–something closer
to the stardust
from whence I came,
to the song
trapped inside me.

Please,

believe me when I say
I am more than this.