for Ashely Capps
,dental impressions in the bars, cockroaches in the plexiglass coffin and a squeamish contestant planking down upon them. When you hear that screaming, then you know you got their attention. When you hear that jingle, you'll buy whatever it's singing. The Choice is Clear: I sing of the bullhook revising the elephant's hindquarters. I sing of the worm being eaten alive by a woman competing for money. Since dolphins can't move their faces, though, they always look like they're smiling. Since fear is a factor inspiring paralysis, I can't seem to look away from my coercer.
Animals make lots of decisions. Some decisions are minor, such as whether to walk to the right or left of a rock. Others are major decisions, such as what I will choose to watch on TV tonight. That's why there's feces in my beast wagon. That's why I bite the bars of my cage. Starfactor, when even the audience is captive, I chew-chew-choose you because I may have no other options. Because I shit where what and who I eat.
When a man volunteers to eat Buffalo testicles in hopes he'll be richly rewarded, I don't just feel bad for the Buffalo.