Teething.

I drank milk out of the powdered factories

Milk of manufactured proteins 

and processed, punctured steel,

Robbed from the animals 

who could not feed 

their own young

She could not feed me 

with her empty breasts

I was too painful for her 

bare nipples

dried up with fear

at this creature

She fed me with a spoon

because she was too afraid 

of me, herself

Her body, her saliva, 

her teeth growing old

would not chew for me--

So I teethed.

I grew them so I could chew

for myself, for her

I grew teeth so I could tear her up

I grew so I could run

like a monster through the woods

fast

Mother,

I hide from you there,

trying to strip you from my skin.