sustenance








I have watched my 
grandmother butcher, pull 
free the heart  from the 
restraining body. I have 
watched and so I  know that 
you do not kill for the heart 
you kill for the body--the 
substance which it offers.  
The heart, then, is only one of 
the untidy organs pulled out 
and fed to the cats.  Though 
gorged crimson red full of 
blood, its taste is repugnant 
and heavy.