Underbelly

Writing is
Like exhibitionism
Stripping to see —
What wouldn’t have been seen
Couldn’t be seen
Were it not for writing

It’s like
Coprophilia
A fascination with
Rearranging, rewriting
Expulsions
Waste products

It’s like
Necrophilia
Exhuming, over and over
Each time
Finding a new nakedness
The sight
Of yet another cadaver

The underbelly
Of this revulsion
Is the obligation —
To mass market, sanitised
Soft porn

A safeguard against
Self-cannibalisation