Poetry: 100% Pure Beef (or Vice-Versa)

Poetry:

100% pure beef

or vice-versa

raw:

she used to eat paper with expression

but

she was too young to get 

the punchline

rare:

a little brown on the edges

but chewy, and hard to digest

she tried the A-1 sauce,

but it dribbled over the sides

with determination,

she continued to cook

medium:

it was a cold January day

full of yearning

and desire

she was pushed over the edge --

she kept going

but still a little red on the inside

medium-well:

time for the barbeque sauce

remember, when in doubt,

always check the roots

abstract, cooking deep within the outer crust

beyond what can be seen

she continues

more slowly, now

more carefully

well done:

why,

thank you.

- May 26, 1985, A.D.