So he dumped our insides out
Together on ripped wax paper,
And he wanted us to talk about them,
But all we could do was stare.
Some parts of us were frozen,
Others, pale and watery,
Only recognizable to me
Were the undigested peas and corn.

And it didn't seem much to think about,
Much less to give a voice to it,
And so the room stayed quiet,
Like our quiet desperate lives.

-jenn