Objectification II

We all want to be objectified
the right times

when the crackle of energy flows against our skin in the way
we like

we all want to be seen as something to be worshipped
or devoured

both at once

our animal self tired
of holding itself together, of being what it is:
a strange brilliant faulty sack
of meat and wishes
with an expiration date and darkness
on the other side

we yearn for momentary escape
to be both more and less than we are
on that altar
that dinner plate

our blank and unfixed eyes
unfocused on
bent knees
clenched hands
eager lips
moving frantically in prayer
or hunger

this pageantry, this party
all for us

all for us