i’ve got a steak
in this relationship
a well done fleshy muscle
that connects me
to the antiquated archetype
of my manhood
drive your stake
through my heart
kill me slowly
in a mess of ashes
i should want to die
because i am a fossil
formed in a time
when fear unfounded
gripped the land
but i don’t have any stake
in that impression
anymore.

i want a steak
in this relationship
tenderize and season
sides of beef
broil to a temperature
to elicit juices
react to spread
of heat within
no pinkish remains
to remind of blood
when guests arrive
to dine
tell them
"we don’t eat meat here
anymore."
now that we both
have a stake
in this relationship.

nolongergorgingonflesh!

the aowasonceavampire