Food is knives,
Water is poison,
a better time to feel pain than the ash that everything turns to in my mouth
I oftentimes wonder which of us is on the outside
me
bill
the third
or my skeleton
also bill
but the first in his line
one of us is looking at her right now, grinning broadly
one of us is making her nod hesitantly, smile weakly, her teeth little twitching
whiskers
on a hare
hare is male
she is female
stupid stupid stupid
but she senses it, wolves on the prowl, big teeth in the dark, she knows
she knows I know
we know
that underneath all that skin, she's meat
and I am hungry