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

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 1am 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 coincidentally 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 sex

Wordless sex slow sexfast sex talking sex

Sex like animals have sex like boys have sex like girls have

Sex upside down sex inside out sex with grins sex with tears

Sex sex sex

Then she noticed the knife by the side of jack'sbed

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 sex 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 was coming 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 hell out of there fast

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