I serve you
my liver
on a silver platter,
with fried onions
and sautéed mushrooms.
I offer you
my kidneys
in a golden bowl,
with garlic and lemon sauce
on the side.
But as for my heart,
as for my brain,
I serve them raw
on a plastic dish,
all covered with blood,
all drenched in filth.
For, you know, you must choke,
if only a little
bit,
before you get
the best things in life.
Summer 1996