Bodies

Sometimes I think

you are just a body

who makes human noises.

A body

that climbs quietly

out of bed. A body

that eats quickly,

eats in largess

&

shits & giggles

& fucks & sleeps.

A body that is

connected

to other bodies

it calls family,

and these other bodies,

like this body,

makes human noises

& eats

& shits & giggles

& fucks & sleeps.

Sometimes I think

you are just a body

that is looking

to make me a body,

so we can

make other

small bodies

that can exist

in the society of bodies

contently

without

grief

or needing succor.

& what

is so horrible

about this?

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