Margaret Atwood

More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve

and I become a wish to assimilate the world,

including you,

if possible through the skin like a cool plant's tricks with oxygen

and live by a harmless green burning.
I would not consume you or ever finish,

you would still be there surrounding me,

complete as the air.
Unfortunately I don't have leaves.

Instead I have eyes and teeth and other

non-green things which rule out osmosis.
So be careful, I mean it,I give you fair warning:
This kind of hunger draws everything into its own space;

nor can we talk it all over,

have a calm rational discussion.
There is no reason for this,

only a starved dog's logic about bones.