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Cold Turkey



I cast a furtive glance

at Frank

while I remove flesh

from the turkey carcass

 

The turkey from New Year's Eve,

too much leftover

but what can you do?

They are huge

 

I tear meat

off small and large bones.

Tendons and gelatinous fat

I put aside

 

The same with the skin,

turkey surface,

limp and sloppy

and cold the next day

 

How ingenious,

I think.

The turkey is so

ingeniously constructed:

 

Like us. Creation.

Biological engineering,

technological wonder.

Cybernetics?

 

Yes, exactly:

Cybernetics transcending

that which is Frank,

I gather

 

I look at Frank again,

His grippers lifted.

He is ready

to clean up after me

 

Frank walks

to the kitchen counter,

directing his lenses

at my eyes


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