we're growing meat now

i ask

Martha, who

is still wearing her

lab coat and hazmat

helmet, what this is on my

plate.

what kind of meat

is this?

pass me the gravy,

i ask her,

reaching over for

another slab

of something

that seems to be glowing

a little

with a purplish hue.

i grew it she says

in the lab

at work.

it's a combination

of elk

and chicken, some

trout dna too,

we grafted those cells

together

and voila.

bon appetite.

it'll stop moving in

a minute.