It’s gray and it’s me
I’m a transparent manatee stretching at the seams
Covered in fat, shiny leaves that turn upside down
Strike me with a boulder and pop my skull open
Like a balloon filled with tears and lotion
Bury me naked in a closed casket
With heaps and heaps of violets

I used to be told that I carry the burden well
Sometimes I look at the animal and try to identify it
Other species’ features float through my mind and once a month I see a resemblance
But nothing really classifies me for long
What’s the point in cooking the way you always wanted to cook
If even to you it tastes sort of bland