Poem: Neither Do You
Neither Do You
Take no recovery for granted ignorant of
specifics a disinterested organ in your gut
Adipose in makeup, loyal as oil in support of fatly rights
hunkers deep in hospitality, coat for a winter of nuclear strength
Fact-checks the assertion of classes among colonial biospheres
Asseverates that independently the lardish parts are well-endowed
Contrast the sort of fancy-ass who thinks too much, and works too hard
How likely is it you delude yourself overconfident
that impulse can be thought, hating to imagine…
But it’s the leptin telling you shut up
No, say again, trap open, mental quibbles keeping mute
Liver has its agenda, and bones call the revolution
And no one shares intelligence with the brain
Hating then, to imagine all your parts connected only by a sheathing
Of flabby skin
It threatens to turn out after all, that pheromonal signals pass
Y’ello, winks the M & M and the Oreo, the Ruffles sack
Tertiary-stage salt and grease, but it’s the hormones’ gig
Brace for this…any slice of tissue can be cultured in a lab
Realistically, losses ask for cutting, so it’s the DNA’s tag
At which point the awkward coalition seems a cry for help
But if the TV sharks would make a virtual mirror
An Anthropocene age might end in self-admiring
Fitting clothes may feel a little tight
Youthful cheeks, and yet a putrid scent
Neither Do You
And Crying
Even Heard
(2019, Stephanie Foster)