canopic jars i pluck my organs like apples. might as well get a start on sorting this viscera. i give you the head of anubis & say, "let's begin." you do not want to be a priest as no one in their right mind wants to be a priest. once i found a jar like this burried in the woods. it had a beating heart inside. i re-burried it but i still think about it every day. was it yours? mine? i want to do the same with myself. scatter body like squirrels sew nuts. for later. a liver beneath a horus head beneath the willow trees. everywhere is a tomb or else, an afterlife, if you are ready.