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DECISION
By Yelena Tylkina
It was a rational decision
To abandon my protective shell-
My dearly cherished fear
Of ridicule and rejection.
To lie open for exploitation-
My flesh surrenders into the
Clever hands of a glutinous,
Creative chef.
Murmuring to himself a popular ditty,
He does his kitchen magic;
Dipping my agreeable limbs into
Boiling champagne, glazing my skin
With zest and butter;
Stuffing my body with exotic ingredients,
Garnish with wild components and spice.
In the black –tie banquet,
For the fickle attention of spoiled guests
And intimate acquaintances
I was presented as a center-piece
In fierce competition with other un-kosher
Horn D’Ouvres, dips and shell-fish.
The crowd drools with excitement,
Waiting for the signal to start the feast.
As the chef’s flamboyant surprise recipe
I will be the talk of the evening.
An expression of love’
Sliced into chewable pieces,
I travel though digestive systems
To be broken down into basic element and
Mutate into the word,
That people use only in the negative sense.
Just that important element which
Represents a final stop in the cycle of life:
Squeezed out, flushed down and forgotten.
This is brings me right back to the first sentence
Of my painful confession
But without any regret or humiliation
I repeat,
It was a rational decision.
@2003