fresh meat

I iced my knee with
frozen meat

Legs up
on the couch

Watching YouTube videos
on “runners knee”
on “facial massage”
on sixties French pop music

She paused her tutorial
she leaned back in her chair
she sighed,
she said to me, her viewer:
“I’m watching all these butterflies… that are sitting on my lavender… outside my window”

(gentle laughter, joy, peace)

I pause and
lean back
and look out my

I see no butterflies
I smell no lavender
I hear no laughter
I feel no joy

My meat is thawing out now
I CAN see it
I CAN feel it

My body cries out
my body contains me
my body shows restraint

My body tells me
I need fresh


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