this infinite table
a grotesque feast, a presentation of precedent
pomegranates and oranges,
concasse of hunger and silver-plated spittle,
cuvee, red beans and beer.
and the carcasses of gazelle and lamb
leather central and gristle-adjacent
napkins unfolded on laps, grasping
coddled eggs and eclairs,
lust and fear
my mouth fastens upon a peach
alcoholic, sick with ferment
my organs are undressed of their varnish
I'm inside out now
and try not to notice.
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