Life Ceremony

Titled after Sayaka Murata’s short story “Life Ceremony”

wake up from a migraine dream, roll a mint leaf between the legs think, respectfully, red meat: pink tangerine (the thing between your legs) a hippie store i go into has two open doors and a photo of two people fucking   revel in oil and flesh it’s all so indulgent capitalism can be so tasty for pitiable new mothers all we want nowadays: the simplicity of carcinogens and insulin, a bathtub bubble burst! think porn!   won’t the water feel good when we go? sugar extracts liquid and makes a rich syrup after, you can throw out the original fruit  to leave as sweet slop for the pigs to eat to get better in bed prevent pubic hair be sure to pose sexy rigor mortis in that way

between your teeth a floss pick encourage the gentle sway, water and glycerin endless freedom of beef, pork, especially beef and its artificial flavors, preventative painkillers  over the caption “make love, not war” the desert’s blooming:  New Zion capital city! do we really believe empires fall? remember: shooting radicals, tapeworm diet pills they no longer work even if they’re things manufactured safely for our consumption lubricant: it can make things wetter! doesn’t it feel good to be this dirty?  dreamy lift away like starving ourselves? so vanilla spill, spun sugar on soft hands stuff the face with human fat or bee pollen until swollen  suck through straws with minimal movement to decrease future wrinkling in case the body decides to  repeat, tic, become breathless trying