Hugging a Corpse

 Oh,

game-changer.

Before your invention,

we had to eat soup with our hands.

We had to shovel it into our mouths

as its contents stuck to the inside of a bowl.

Those forgotten pieces

are equally joyed and terrified

at being scooped up.

Your alter ego is still out of reach.

I have Lenore,

my body pillow,

but there’s a lack of warmth.

It’s like hugging a corpse.

I don’t want the entree.

I want the full course.