we the cake.rtf

inside you are a crab
inside a horse
inside a wedding cake.

every freezer in indiana
preserves one of your pieces
and i hope you’re taken
out for breakfast

so you can get an early start
on your twelve-legged-world-
beginning epidemic.

when the ground
beneath the single wides
and apartment buildings
rumbles and erupts

in the most beautiful
chimerical spores
this basic world
has ever had the frothing
pleasure to see,

you’ll find out that horse
is an appaloosa with striped
hooves and an astral leopard
complex, that crab a fiddler

deformed like an unbalanced
bodybuilder, emerging at night
a foamed ghost scuttling
endlessly
in waves of fear.

you’ll find out the cake
served as the catalyst,
the most important element
the frosting — composed

of both pulped and liquefied
people on ecstasy
tailored in crystal suits.