high holy enzyme       rile my saliva
nameless stimulus       splinter my sleep 

merciful researchers    pearl out my urges
for gossip for gristle.  already in your presence 

I feel myself changed I froth at the bell   
I scratch at the cage I rage 

in my basement hutch.  watch: 
there is no place outside of the brain   

dear Pavlov   dear Skinner                   
I call       to the kennels of heaven 

there’s a creature in my skin
and I don’t know what it eats