He asks you to ask questions about yourself, All the while imagining a scalpel-sharp blade Severing your horizontal fissure, Soft pink cubes soon soaked in vinegar For ten minutes or more, Before washed, salted and spiced, Cooked and finally fried, A thin sliver of smile across his face. "You have to convince yourself the lion is not in the room. When it is, I assure you, you will know." Rss Apple Podcaster →