I am seriously digging this. It embodies what I know to be true about writing, and especially about poetry: words are expensive. In a world of costly words, I know that I’m a spendthrift, ridiculously profligate, and if a writer’s debtor prison existed I would surely be there even now. You’ve created a powerful, visceral image here with twenty (count ’em!) words. This piece is dense and rich, and I’m glad I was here to read it.