I can feel the sinews
of my arm. What would,
if eaten, be considered
gristle.
I like to imagine
my liver.
Large ****** bulk.

I often forget
I am made of parts.
Gooey mechanisms
slick sections
upon dissection
hunks of tissue.

I find solace
in the realisation
that I
and you
and We
are meat.

Envy the dogs.

Avarice and hate
and excess fear
are symptoms of
an enlarged brain.

Envy the dogs.