perhaps you were busy getting wet grinding
your lesser organs to bits
slurped them into a wrinkly bag that stretches
long and smooth
it is two-thirty a.m. and everyone is out for you
they are going to eat you
even the vegans are saying, "it really doesn't matter,
you weren't a real animal, anyway."
but only i saw you for you underneath the smear
of sauciness oozing off you
you forgot to post that missed connection
i noticed but will check again later
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