squelch, lard,
rubber rolls-
the butcher’s best!
heaving slabs of
gorged, bulbous,
putrid projections.
a collar of spit,
a beggar’s garb,
mucous fingers and
pancake batterĀ for arms,
there’s room in the pit,
a boulder in my chest,
i am worried for this spirit
so thin you could not hold it.