Paralysis Poem

Paralysis Poem

Paralysis Poem

Meat paste I am squeezing
around in my hands I am
squeezing it like dough it is
under my fingernails and thick
like dry dough. I am making
meatballs and unmaking them
into paste again I am smelling
the meat and tasting it now
and again I am boiling the balls
one by one in a big
pot of boiling water. My hands
are sticky with meat and I push
them together and massage the
meat into the skin and I am stroking
the meat and I dip my hands into 
the big pot of hot water
and cook the meat into my skin so
I can peel it off in flakes and eat
it flavoured like I am.