"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.