spice girl

this pepper is
so hot, my head sweats, my
heart
trips faster, as the tongue
swells
and begs
for something cold
and cleansing
to take the heat off.
but I take another bite,
then another.
flush with spice,
my stomach roils,
my brain saying no,
that's enough, but my hands
still saying yes, as
I go for more
with fork and knife.
I've known women like that.
not knowing when to push away
from the table,
and stop.