Butcher ME

By C.B. Mottor

I cleave myself
into pieces—
fresh to order
for your comfort—
       Please take a number.
Too provocative
to be substantial
but too substantial
to provoke,
so I package
my portions
in neat little boxes
bound tight with
pretty pink bows,
shaving off slivers
soft sensibilities
deem shocking,
carving out chunks
found too sinewed and raw—
      Here is your pound of flesh
      perfectly trimmed
      to suit your tastes…

🖤-C