Red is a party color!
The tendon sheath makes a fine straw
for blood slurry
for brains and coffee
whipped and frothy
So much meat
They have bitten Ms. Mary and I wonder, is she as sweet as me?
Who will bring their anatomy book, their culinary prowess?
Rhomboid au gratin? Gluteal al orange?
I AM RIPE! I AM READY! DAMN YOU! I AM PLUMP AS A GRAIN FED PIGEON, TRUSSED IN DESIGNER JEANS.
Sear my skin
seal in the juices.
I am tanned a golden brown.
Take your teeth to the crisp dermis
Feel joy as you sink past
Go deep into the center of heat blood meat
Rip the flesh
savor the marrow
I dine with vultures
I attend galas amongst piranhas
Nothing is worse than neglect
Nothing is louder than rejection
I have poisoned myself.
To become so very sweet.
For your gluttonous consumption.
For admittance to your hungry house.