Eat Me

Man, so I was at this wedding, right?

And my heart got cut right the damn out of me

but not by love or those creepy flower children

but by Aztecs, and that's okay.

Man, so they take me to the altar all wah-wah, right?

And they's layin' me out and and I'm just takin' it

because they need to appease they's sky lingerers

and I ain't usin' it much except for when I see dogs murdered

or when I heard the squeals of dying rabbits

or my mom tells me my dad's gettin' dead

and I caught a wink from the bride

and then the groom, but they's probably just nervous

or they're attracted to the submissive aspects of sacrifice

but hey who isn't?

Don't answer, it's no one.

So they's cuttin' me real deep and I can feel

their stone knives wrenching through my gut chasms

and it's okay.

I feel it, and it's okay.

It feels like they's puttin' their sky into me

and I can feel the blue and then I can feel their sun

and their jungle and why they do what they do

and their stoic tears and they put their hard times

and the hard lines of their cheekbones in there too.

So there's still this wedding, man, right?

Everybody was cool and they understood

and so they just combined occasions

and that's cool, 'cause I ain't gonna be selfish

and the priest is cool with it 'cause he studies bible

and so he knows them weird magic weird blood stories

and so this couple was joined in wholly or somethin' matrimony

right as these Aztecs buried all they's rigid faces

into my heart, and that's okay.