—Taquiny Williams
Packaged raw meat
Sealed, Suppress, Suffocate
Wrapped in plastic
Eyes are lusting
Mouths moisten
While the mind imagines how delightful!
Grimy hands embrace it like a child unwrapping presents on Christmas
Tied tight
Fresh, scented, candle light, dinner
Lay it down
Bare flesh of a baby calf vulnerably against the firm threshold
As it cooks, its sounds sputter
Pleasurably add some oil to it
Yes, that alluring aroma
And crisp colors glow brown
Packaged raw meat
On display
For any and every one
To breath their warm breathes upon.
Fresh meat
The grit of the teeth chews away without compassion
The aggressive taste buds melt the flesh
I am raw meat
Only good when cooked
Only good chopped into pieces, drizzled with sauce next to the side dishes
I am fresh meat
Ready to be served
Hot only
Not cold
No! No! cold is bad
Look hot!
And taste like an orgasmic warmth oozing into the mouth
It tastes so good,
Looks so good
The meat
Yes a piece of meat
Unpackaged to serve
Conceal the flesh until ready to be looked at by the eyes of the savage beast.
Raw meat
No one wants to watch being slaughtered but Oh everyone wants a piece,
Of Meat. Raw. I am
Not.
Penn State Abington's Literary Magazine 