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Day 36: I was at the airport and…

My apologies to the sensitive of stomach.  

I was at the airport and
it lurched 
grunting and groaning
convulsing and moaning
as one by one the planes
pushed their contents from
casings metal and white. 

It surprises me always–
flesh sea speckled
and peppered and spiced,

movable feast,
a butcher’s delight.
I pluck you from the crowd.
I take a bite.

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