We love cannibals


By Joe Young


Some memories don’t live in your brain

But in the fat of your stomach

Or the muscle of your thighs

Or even in the hairs that grow out of your skin.

When you eat someone

(As I will the body of my father in the years to come)

You’ll find their memories there,

Waiting to become yours.

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