Food Courtly Love

for Ally Fleming,

*

Last night,
I awoke from unsettling dreams
to discover that my wife
had become a
muffin.

I screamed,
and I screamed at her,
but yet
she remained
a blueberry
muffin.

Then I twisted
off her delicious top
in misguided,
fruity
frustration.

Then I ate her,
because I had to,
and because without
the best parts
of her,
her life would
have been
cruel
and

unusual.