today is a day of gravy seas
with faces of cooking fat, browned
with a hint of nutty flavor
entrails lie in heaps
in the backyard, steaming in the heat
a pleasant scent
reaches into the deepest rooms

it’s a day of ground pork flowers
and of ligament grass
the sun smells of sulfur-scorched rib meat
it rains warm fat over the fields
your eyes are beautiful
with butter, redcurrant jelly ears
flora cheeks, gravy lips
greased and lovely, dripping
sausage fat down your chin

we stand in a sea of fried sunflowers
they are beautiful and can be
dipped in mustard—I think even
my hands are deep-fried in palm oil
it smells of warm fat and salt
when you lick them
twilight carries the scent
of paraffin

the fields ripple with hysterical grass
made of human skin cells
we eat some bunches of stem cells
for lunch, soaked in sunflower oil
and marinated in vitreous jelly
our hands glisten in the sunlight
walls of amygdala shine in the apartment
the floor of fontanelles bends
soft beneath our feet

we lie in bed and eat
each other, under the sun’s glowing
rivers of fat over our bodies
I chew you like a fried ice cream bar
dipped in melted foie gras pâté
you eat me like a warm
sausage sculpture
dipped in body-temperature
hand sanitizer—it’s just right
what a beautiful day this was
lying in this melted cocon
of pleasure and animal grease
you are perfect this way
I love you this way