Venting
Blades grate
chunks of cabbage
scattered on the counter like pallid moss.
Choose
a duck,
its flesh dry and red,
and seasoned,
its broken neck
rigid in the stainless noose.
It looks
so good
in the window,
even better in broth,
on my spoon,
tender
and ready to chew.
Copyright © Jack Webster | Year Posted 2019
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