On Monday, I slipped
out of my
skin in the parking lot,
leaving my freckles
rotting in the sun.
On Tuesday, I gave
my liver
a vacation in the breakroom.
On Wednesday, I scooped
out my eyeballs, happy
to display them
in a glass of ice tea
to my co-worker Sam.
On Thursday, I panfried
my testicles, serving two
globes during our spaghetti
and meatballs office party.
On Friday, I poked
a pen through my stomach
lining where I wrote
a two-week declaration of war
to the VP of Cadaver Development.
On hands and knees, I stuffed
my guts under his door
before stumbling past
a slab of putrefied flesh.
Originally published in page 25 of sPARKLE & blink 80 (December 2016); YouTube Reading
Forthcoming in Still Human (2025)