Eating Persephone
written by: Monty Burr
She’d greet the wife at the gate, challenging her, jumping on the hood, pecking at the wipers.
The buck raccoon dropped her when our Airedale gave chase.
She was hurt, a wing nearly torn off and one leg chewed at the knee.
My knife finished it. Her offal went home in my cup.
Hung for three days, plucking was easy.
Her injuries and feet went to the pot with mirepoix, bouquet garni, and Malabar peppercorns.
Stock.
The edible offal and breast slices to the hibachi.
Skewers, shishito peppers, long onion, tare sauce.
Yakitori.
Five beers, too many tears.
Monty Burr combines his lived experiences as an aerospace technical writer, chef garde manger, and competitive shooter to produce off-kilter prose and hack poetry.
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