most of its readily-accessible
flesh had been pared from it
he didnt do it surgically
he hackedhe hewedhe meant to
leave meat on the bones
he crushed the bonesthe
ribs and back down into an iron skilletcrushed them under his palm the joints gave way he drizzled olive oil extra virgin who
wouldnt want extra virgin crushed black peppercorns
coarsecut garlic quartered onions heels of two celery stalks slashed lengths of
Anaheim peppers seeds intact and splashed the works with soysauce
he covered and placed it over a low flame his
intent to heat it slowly to test his
patience an
inside joke let him savor its scentsavor the anticipation of his feast
he opened a chilled bottle of
Pouilly-Fuisse
its cork was fine it was fragrant
he made a shallow pour into a glass
placed his nose over it and inhaled its
scent
he turned the glass in small
circles and enjoyed the wines legs
when he finished there was a ruin
of bonesbroken bones pile atop each other
he sipped wine and enjoyed his
shadow dancing on the wall he imagined
how cavemen might also have enjoyed their shadows as sat with a fullgut and digested
their food
he
never could belch
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