consumption is family

we still loved each other or that’s what the salisbury steak told us as it was flaccidly pried from the lips of someone who had died doing what they loved by an employee who hated what they did who also mopped our filth from the bathrooms and sometimes performed funeral accommodations if there was a hole big enough he knew us better than what was left of our families so it only made sense he mourned us with others longing for similar peace the buffet itself served as a mechanism for orgasm or death sometimes the sensations being indiscernible from each other both were priced at $5.99 on Tuesdays and we were never quite sure which we sought so long as our plates were full we’d dutifully succumb to either without much interest sometimes I could still feel you amongst the coils of meat we were lost in resuscitated by the same heat lamps our parents were other times I could only feel the dull caress of pulverized animal parts in some ways, that too reminded me of what we once had warmth was warmth and the air conditioner never stopped and new holes were always being dug