What happens when bread meets crust,
orange meets peel, blood meets skin?
What contains the constant meat roar beneath the surface?
Sometimes your pulse will wake you,
punching your skin visible to the eye.
Do you consider it yourself
or the phantom-works of your rebel insides?
Take a finger and thread a single strand of hair around it.
With the power of your arm, yank it out of your head.
Eventually it will loosen from around your finger and fall to the floor
– how long do you think it will be until you forget about this lost piece of hair?
Who owns your heart?