"For the Love of Livers"

Twin trees, Box Hill, Surrey. March 2005


Like a mother might with her new born baby, I cradle my liver in my arms. I stare at it in complete and utter wonderment. Did this come out from me? There was room in there? I can't take my eyes off it. Gently rocking my liver from side to side, holding it tight. It is heavy! Not with flesh and bone, crying or the dead weight of a sleeping baby! But with dirt! Bad dirt that just won't wash away! Not in the normal sense of the word no. But as I close my eyes, i can feel this wet, slippery lump in my tired arms. Trying to wriggle away and leave me all alone. I hold on tighter. He comes back to me. He knows where it is most safe. I can feel the dirt on the surface of my liver. I have traces of dirt on my hands & arms from holding him. I want him with me! Forever! I won't let him go! I want to wash all the dirt away. I figure that if I have soiled hands, then I can wash this filth right away! I scrub and I scrub, with all my strength! The dirt is coming away now. Soon it will all be gone. I continue to cradle my liver. Day in & day out. Whatever it takes! I am there for it. My liver is resting now. The cleansing has begun...


Jason






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