.dignity
there is no dignity in exposed guts
god how mortifying
all my lives, all my loves
(everything)
reduced to a bloody heap
in some stranger mortician's basement
hes probably listening to pop radio
and thinking about pizza
as he twirls my spaghettintestines out of
my hollow dead stomach
and plops them carelessly
on his cold metal rack
with the rest of my gut junk
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