A Red Jello Placenta

Pitted and cratered like the moon.
Blood-red and wet-glistening.
Slick it slides out of the bowl with a
Suction-released shuck
Into the trashcan
Cherry topping on waste
It jiggles briefly, then is still
Now wasted.
An exercise gone wrong:
Impatience had made me stick the
steaming liquid into the freezer
so eager for the carnal Quick Fix
of processed sugar.
The Morning After
Charred flesh
Grizzled by frost
And defrosting it
Doesn’t undo
The Mistake