Meat

I've had a lot of very strange thoughts about meat recently. This is a part of a thing I'm writing to try to sort them out:

I stared at the people walking away with their portions of animals in boxes and marvelled at their audacity. I was overwhelmed by the intimacy of what they were about to do with those animals. I imagined it like leaning into a lover and, rather than kissing them, tearing a chunk out of their cheek, their breast, their thigh. I shivered with the knowledge like I was watching them walk away to fuck. It was so obvious that the consumption was about possessing it and owning it and obliterating it in the face of desire and appetite- how could anyone ignore how sexual that was? How could they pretend it wasn't blatantly and self-evidently pornographic to do it in public?