Smush

Begone the shallow fears and
Behind the unveiled face
There exists a skeleton
Consisting of two hun-
dred something bones
Skull cracked and shredded
Pinkish tissue irritably hopping
Oozing out of the seams
As if someone had dumped
A jar of red watercolor
Mixed with fresh lubricant

Bubbles of thoughts and memories
And desire and living and haps
Slowly emerging from the cerebrospinal
Goo, forming the occasional grid that
Seems to resemble a plate, a bell jar
A jar that I could see through, a jar
With a sharp unicorn’s horn sticked
Hastily on top of it with
Cheap glue and duct tape

And the decaying flesh
Fills the jar.
Rotten, with its lurid colors
Decomposed aimlessly,
shedding fragments onto the
glass and cotton jar wall

I carefully wrap the jar in an
opaque paper box
then another stainless steel box
then another matte wood box
then a gift wrapper
Shiny, but covered with soothing colors
I print a sticker in 12-point Century font:
“Life”
and stick it onto the wrapper.

Here you go. Your gift.