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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