My heart, liver, and kidneys have been wrapped up in plastic and stuffed inside of my chest. They jiggle gelatinously and they ooze out blood. What shall I do with them—eat them with relish? Used for gravy, they would make it taste rich; or they'd add tang to a stuffing. They could simply be browned and sizzled in butter. They might make a wonderful stew.
But is it worth the work? I would have to touch them, feel their slippery goo, clean it off my messy fingers. I am tempted to pass up their flavour and dispose of them instead: throw them neatly in the garbage, or feed them to the dogs.
My viscera, my offal, my innards dark red and awful: are they worth the work?
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