[Enter. A six foot piece of meat,
pretending to be human.]

I must pretend I recognise it.
I must say, we...

Me: "I can talk, too talk.
Are you bone and can you bend?

I?ve had an uncle with bones and things.
Why don?t you sit down?

Sit.
Sit there.

No need to come to me.
No need to come to me.

No need to open.
Yourself.

No need.
To create a hole."

My mouth forms the word pflenty,
"ffffffff.

No.
Don?t touch me."
flesh eats flesh
the day away
flesh eats itself
day after day

from my fingers
till my shoulders
it eats
night away

August 2005