The tissue-thin layers of a croissant,
the yolks of eggs, the membrane
skins of pomegranates, all
more delicious when displayed.

In class she dissected pigs,
loved cracking the jaw,
the incision from the corner
of the mouth to neckline,
the beautiful tongue laid out.

In med school she sliced the rib
cartilage of their cadavers,
then struggled to break open
the rib cage to observe
the heart within, how each is molded.

She scratches at your shoulder
the way she scratches a lime’s skin,
to burst the cells beneath her nails.
She bites an ear lobe or the blunt tips
of fingers, your lower lip and thigh.
She splinters ice in her teeth between kisses.