It tastes so good

        Zhong Zhong wants the mortician

        to pump his veins with it so

        his body won't stiffen in his coffin.

        Don't be silly, the nurse says

        as she bed-bathes him, wipes his

        little pink balls with

        a hot wash cloth. He likes this part best.

        He leg-lifts his skinny butt

        slightly, slow-wags his hips

        in small circles: she smiles

        at him suspiciously

        but rubs a little harder as he

        drinks his Coke a little faster.
      

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