Dear Sheep Kidney I ate for dinner at my friend’s house tonight,
Just no. I can’t even. Sometimes my life feels normal and then all of the sudden I’m eating you on a plate with rice and I have to focus to get you down– chew chew chew swallow drink water repeat– and I remember I actually don’t live a very “normal” life.
I’m sorry I ate you. No really, I’m sorry I had to eat you. Believe me, I would never order you up for pleasure.
Let’s just agree to be non-digestive friends, mmm ok?
Your slightly ill-feeling pal,