I Never Eat What Has a Face

True earth crowded with the familiar facial form: chalked on concrete crayoned by children, squirted on birthday cakes, in camera with teeth all whitened, portraited, imitated, formulated. We don't wake up until we see it. We plaster it on birds or cats or pigs. We laugh and laugh. How much these creatures imitate. want to be us, replace us, take part with us. We don't honor the fishes, except maybe the friendliest kind. Resent the arthropod, lobster, spider, insect that appear to spite us.