I wondered if you thought we were lost.
We weren’t lost. We were loss.
And meanwhile, all I could think
about was the innumerable ways
I would’ve loved to have eaten you. How
being devoured can make one cry.
— Robin Coste Lewis, from “Plantation,” Voyage of the Sable Venus: and Other Poems. (Knopf; F First Edition edition September 29, 2015)