YES YOU

 

Come and get me, show me the insides of my body.

What makes me tick? Cut my heart out

and show it beat to me, remove my brain

and cut my belly, put it inside—funny weight problem!

Cut my hands off and toast my fingers,

eat them as snitzels in gravy made from the skin

of my back. Put my tattoos on a lampshade to preserve my art.

Give them to my children to gaze upon in awe.

What will you do to me when I am in pieces, my soul in hell,

you in heaven with my blood on your hands?

Fry my muscles as a fire cooked steak…