"Grave Gumbo" by Jon Poppe

A de-gloved human being looks more like 

a peeled avocado— liquified and putrefied.

It's hard sometimes, to hold mine in 

while yours are pouring out.


Thick chewy chunks of your innards 

and gizzards, brains and liver.

Your hemoglobin marinara will never 

leave my nostrils or memory.


I just hope you smelled better 

3 years ago when you were alive,

and I don't know why it's now 

your family wants you out.


I just wish I didn't forget my gloves.