grace, detachment and love

RENDERING

Fat stores poisons

Like stashed  dowries

The doctor says

Like wedding sheets

Frayed from bodies

Thrashing for decades

Of marital bliss or distress - either way

The rendering tears evaporate its moisture

Making the blubber safe to keep 

Along dispersing the toxin like

Wrung white-out anger blizzards

The rivulets of hot oil 

Tattoo your heart

With genealogy’s traumas

Oh so permanent and cannibal feast of attachment