I am meat
A collection of bones
Sewn and strung together with
Flesh and sinew
Skin stretched taught to contain me
It has ripped, some places.
I touch my shame
Scratch at the surface with
Fingernails I have tried to claim
To paint, to hide
I am my mind
Sugar and water
It will last not 10 days after death.
Here, in my mind, I squat
And take orders from an unknown voice
She is lover, carer, butcher
She has hollowed out a home
In my gut.
