you flay me

images: risd museum

Ode to the Heat & the Hate of the Gorham Fish Fork, 1879

O O O O that Pincer-ean rag…
O, you striker of fish
Impaler of Ichthys
Hypocrite Lecteur, Mon semblable
You 3-tined piker!

You make rampikes of gills—
Disassembler and de-scalator of flesh—
Flake the filet of my so(u)le,
Flout your hegemonic “H”
Flank your ethnocentric “C”

You flay me
with your stained
stainless gilded gluttony.

O O O O how you fork
Flesh on its manifest destiny
To your Victorian pouch
full of bile.

“Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself in the end.”

— Samuel Beckett / The Unnamable

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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