Luscious Apparatus

written by Wilder / Estep

Carla was on her break from the graveyard shift at the mayonnaise factory
She sat at a teetering picnic table
There was a toxic orange moon and it was slightly cold

Carla took out her knife and began etching random words into the table's surface
Then she thought of her co-worker Jack

Carla liked to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus
He was meaty but graceful
His flesh seemed folded onto his body like a suit made of meat
Carla started to think of Jack as a luscious apparatus in a meat suit

Thinking this gave Carla a dreamy smile
Her mouth was small to begin with but dreaming made it even smaller
That's just how some people are, their mouths get smaller with dreams

Carla's small mouth was dreaming
As her knife began carving a poem into the table
I like hot voids, smooth pants, lazy beds in the rain
I like tongue petals, lather, a blistering sun
But what I like best is the worship of a luscious apparatus

When Carla was done carving she went back to her work station
And scooped shiny white goop into jars
That's just how some people are their mouths get smaller with dreaming

The next day Jack took his own 1a.m. lunch break at the same picnic table
He noticed the poem carved into the wood

Although he didn't know who had written it, he co-incidentally thought
‘Luscious apparatus' aptly described him
So he took out his own knife and wrote luscious apparatus was here

After a few days both Jack and Carla happened to sit at the picnic table at the same time
They both started to look at the things carved in the table
Then they looked at each other
They knew who each other was
Carla's mouth got small and dreamy, Jack's eyes got round and hot.

When they got done with the graveyard shift
They went back to Jack's apartment and had 
Wordless , slow , fast  talking 
 [bad word] like animals have,  like boys have,  like girls have
 [bad word] upside down,  inside out
 [bad word] with grins,  with tears
 [bad word]  , 

Then she noticed the knife by the side of Jack's bed, Jack picked the knife up
And Carla knew at once that Jack's wounds were from carving himself
Jack was trying to carve poems into himself
And now he wanted to carve some in her

This was where she drew the line
She'd have any kind of  but not with a knife

When Carla refused to let Jack carve her up, Jack felt cheated and misled
He felt that by carving a poem in the table
Carla had been begging to be carved upon
Carla didn't see it that way at all
She got up and started putting on her clothes
Jack went nuts, he [bad word] at her with a knife
Carla was scared, Carla was shaking and sweating
Then, because she was small and could move fast
She ducked and Jack tripped and fell
And impaled himself in the arm with his own knife
He howled and howled and Carla got the [bad word] out of there fast

Carla didn't think of Jack as a luscious apparatus after that

Предмет вожделения

Карла отдыхала после ночной смены на майонезной фабрике.
Она сидела за расшатанным столом для пикника.
Светила ядовито-оранжевая луна и было прохладно.

Карла достала нож и стала вырезать случайные слова на поверхности стола.
Тогда она думала о своем коллеге Джеке.

Карла любила думать о Джеке,как о предмете вожделения.
Он был полноват,но привлекателен.
Его плоть ,казалось,прилегала к телу,
Как отличный костюм,сделанный из мяса.
Карла стала мечтать о Джеке,
Как о предмете вожделения,
Облаченном в костюм из мяса.

Мысли об этом порождали в Карле мечтательную улыбку.
Ее рот итак был небольшим,а мечты сделали его еще меньше.
Таковы некоторые люди-их рот уменьшается,когда они мечтают.

Пока маленький рот Карлы мечтал,
Ее нож стал вырезать на столе поэму:
"Я люблю горячие пустоты,выглаженные брюки,
Ложе под до