Deep flesh seared
charred broiled
and forked, knifed
pulled free in huge
fall-apart shreds and piled
on paper plates steaming
with molasses-dark sauce
bubbling from the heat
next to potato salad. This
was originally going to be
an unpleasant metaphor
about me and how I
feel. But
it got delicious
on me
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