Heartless Organism

Knock-knock. Dinner is served. Under a sauce of petals and crimson.

The heart — anatomical, honest. Silverware. Forks enter with surgical courtesy. The knife awaits its turn. All according to etiquette. Valentine's Day is a holiday.

The pomegranate is split open. Persephone ate six seeds and stayed in the underworld forever. In this pomegranate, the seeds have changed their composition. Roses bloom on the forks.

Red butterflies fly toward the fragrance.

Organism — because it lives. Heartless — because it is easier that way.

May illusions bring more than pointless suffering.

Bon appétit.