i desire carnally
to poke and prod at people's innards
they're defensive, en garde to
a supposed foreign agent
so i pick myself apart piecemeal
and offer to them tokens of my being
look, look, look
grotesque buboes of flesh
calculus of teeth long gnashed and worn
shards from bones broken and rebuilt
shameful treasures shared
see what has made me
and what has plagued me
and what has been cured of me
a scar on my shoulder i show
that i have no answers to
and others prior had no answers to
unknown origins in childhood or
in birth or in times forgotten
a code whose cipher left undiscovered or destroyed
and maybe they will pull back their sleeve
and a scar glistens like mine
it's a different shape, sure
but we can laugh about how awfully shiny they are
how we've been told it's supposed to heal when we're older
and so was that a lie or are we somehow young
maybe now it won't seem so ugly anymore
is it easier to stomach abnormalities
when they come in pairs
and maybe now we realise a way to peel it off
revealing something soft and supple and sensible
and finally we'll both have something to gorge on
is it too much now to devour each other whole
yet our bodies are ill-suited
to digest other bodies
so we go through this song and dance
a ritual before the feast
to be sated by a bottomless vat
of personhood we choose to bleed into
stew together our bits and chunks
to make each other palatable
i etch a manuscript of skin as my offering
expecting hearts and minds
and craving carrion and cartilage
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