The gaze of strangers grills me to perfection
and I stew in all my fat.
It burns; I roast; I char into numbness.
I float around the carcass
as cooked sinew and boiling juices.
My being discarded with the offal
My skin is fried
I punch my thighs
but my fists go through tender meat.
I lay here as a shell of what I could be
My thoughts beyond the galaxy
You'll never find me