The organism fed me spoonfuls of sugar

piercing through the rippling glass

which upon tasting I spat out then

yet the taste still lingered sweetly

And thus I returned like clockwork

at first every summer then every month

until the days collapsed into minutes I glared

back into the organism’s ticking eyes

But the more I consumed the more fell away

yet I gained the gradual weight of her

ombre orange hair and stiffness

and greenness replacing my seasoned flesh

Whether baker or clock or lichen-tree

she morphed her form but never took

her gaze off of my body so indescribable

of someone who I recognized at once

Almost.