Self-Portrait as a Laboratory Dog
high holy enzyme rile my saliva
nameless stimulus splinter my sleep
merciful researchers pearl out my urges
for gossip for gristle. already in your presence
I feel myself changed I froth at the bell
I scratch at the cage I rage
in my basement hutch. watch:
there is no place outside of the brain
dear Pavlov dear Skinner
I call to the kennels of heaven
there’s a creature in my skin
and I don’t know what it eats
