May sometimes sleeps to “Sounds of the Womb:” some other mother’s blood rushing,
her throbbing heart. Mary can’t sleep with it on,
because of the door off the kitchen where the killers will enter.
The line of Food City cashiers keeps gaining weight,
even the young ones, though some of them still look cute.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m three inches thick,
surrounded by meat in the meat section, peering out through these sockets.
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