Inside/Out

Like syrup, my blood
Like syrup, my blood, my blood

Like syrup, it pops and surges.
The boiling of my blood,
It's been going on for some time now.
Organs simmer one by one by one,
Until each is cooked hard,
Ready to slice.

Organs simmer one by one by one
Until each is cooked hard.
Organs simmer one by one by one,
Cooked hard, ready to slice.
Oh ho.
The liver, the pancreas,
Appendix and ovaries.
The heart is the only thing left.
That will be the last to go.

He said, "If you tell anyone,
I will kill you."
The boiling of my blood,
It's been going on for sometime now.
He said, "If you tell anyone,
Anyone,
I will kill you."
I said,
I said,
I said,
"That's OK. I'll do it myself."

Organs simmer one by one by one
Until each is cooked hard.
Organs simmer one by one by one,
Cooked hard, ready to slice.
Oh ho.
The liver, the pancreas,
Appendix and ovaries.
The heart is the only thing left.
That will be the last to go.

Inside
Out.
I cook myself from inside out.



(from performance piece, "Inside/Out", 1994. See photo gallery.)



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©1994 Marjorie Morgan