“Eat Me” by Matthew Zanoni Müller (Fiction ’10)

Eat Me

Everyone loved to bite me, to take little pieces of me whenever they felt like it. Right at the end of family dinner one night, for example, my older brother took my hand, lifted the pinky to his mouth, slobbered it up a little, and then just bit it off, ripped it right from socket. People were always doing that to me, just taking what they wanted without asking, as if I had a blinking sign over my head that said “Eat Me.” But did anyone ever think about what it was like for me get eaten, to sit around afterward with only the dark little hole where my pinky had been? With my wound?