Cube steaked bliss

I, i feel raw

from just around the back side of my esophagus

creeping down the backs of my lungs

snaking around and encompassing my kidneys

cats tongue files up my spine

Resting underneath my shoulder blades

industrially tenderized

cube steak

How do you give?

Where do you go to?

Who is hungry?

Who is cold?

How are her children?

Does the gutter embrace them?

A cube steak would taste nice

He says

Blessed are the widow and child

I say

reach out your hand to mine

He says

Give your coat if any should ask

I say

I need some healing

He says

Faith like a mustard seed moves mountains

I say

heal my wounds

salvage this cube steak