I was in that fat you ate
Before there were any stips to late you,
Long before hate could amp your tastes
To cause you to eliminate parts of me
You might not like.
You'd already swallowed me.

Now, as you start to sorb your ab,
I can feel the mac er ate
Of all your gastric acid
Solving all the dis,
And soon all we'll remember is this:
It's too late to em you,
But not to embody,
To be a part,
Not second rate,
Incarnate.

-jenn