Stuffed

Waiting for a new skin to slide into
One like the skin of my dreams
Package my meat so tight and correct
Every piece numbered
Every atom spread gloppy over the last bit
Of my toast
Tie me off at both ends
Fill me up with Jesus and Buddha
But not Mohamed with his swords
Fill me up with rabbis and monks
And priests with their robes
And stupid silly hats and beards
Fill me up with science and
Empirical evidence
And fossils and trees and a round testicle
Of an earth
Fill me up with you
Your skin your meat
And all of the gods and devils
That animate your swaying hips
And your dripping wet flower
O god
I want to eat the petals.