Caterpillar

In the morning, the night
still in me, I catch her, a face,
a revelatory pose, and eyelids seamed
with two black caterpillars set upon cheekbones
regarding the teeth
working to pull apart
meat from the left-over t-bone in her hand,
and I stare, amazed. I know nothing
about this woman. How she will devour me.
What she will become.