Fat
a.d. vi Kal. Mai. MCCLV

Liquid fat sidles on the surface of soup
Like a thousand little round mirrors
See how it shifts, golden, around noodles
Soft carrots, grotesque cubes of cowhaunch

When it freezes, the fat is bright yellow
Flecks, like the stuff surgeons suck out of
A large bumpy stomach, leaving it to grow back
Like an untended garden under the force of
Slippery, warm, circular, shiny, disgusting
Fat