I avoid my coworkers
because today my heart feels tender
like raw meat
and everyone has the manic dark look to me like
buzzards hungry for a bite.
I want to hide my meat heart
deep in the freezer
till I forget how raw and red it is
and everyone behaves like proper vegetarians.
Then maybe years later
when searching for the frozen peas,
my hands will hit something hard and almost black.
They'll pull out this strange frostbitten moonstone
and toss it hand to hand
until it drips red onto the kitchen floor.
The cat will lick the muddy splatters at my feet and think me odd
though they taste sweet
and I will stand
as if watching my own birth
and lump of coal
will thaw to shining muscle