Friday, 31 July 2015

on the kitchen table she lies herself down

on the kitchen table she lies herself down
chopping her layered flesh up
as ferociously as she does onions
slicing her squirming limbs
as keenly as she does cauliflower
her tongue rolls off the bloodied surface
wagging and wailing
it has come undone
it has lost a hold of her body
for the first time standing loose
and on its own
a bit frightened in its sudden independence
this loquacious piece of flesh
feels a tingle of something
call it a tinge of excitement
that now it can be expressing
free of and from the body and brain
shamelessly feeling the liberation
to enunciate its wildest fantasies 

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