Aliens are orbiting earth, dining
on a dimmed diamond table. Oceans
float in windows the size of walls.
On transparent aluminum toothpicks
hover two lips with tongues, sans mouth, sans face,
sans head, sans bodies — wrapped like bacon
around each other, gingerly pushed through
intact lips as appetizer, the whole
human entrée hoisted up behind it,
anatomy impeccably arranged.
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