separation anxiety
And I will be the chicken
(boneless and large breasted)
in your skillet butter-soaked
searing, envious of the carcass
I once (so very long ago) was
part of – simmering for hours
in spices and salt. (perhaps
with rice, with roots softening
and taste deepening slowly
so slowly)
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