which is more interesting,
the breaded eggplant, or
the granular, morsel filled
floury, spent herbed dredge
which is more enchanting,
the beautifully fried golden discs
or the crispy, burned bits
suspended, floating in dark oil
which part are you most invested in
the me that I am here and now, today,
or the chunks of me becoming
that each day, jettisoned, fall away…
lucy meskill
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