What’s your favorite pastime?

I thought it would be fun to go in a totally different direction with the daily prompt and create something a little more…creepy. Please, let me know if I’ve gone too far for you.

The skin comes off easily

after it boils,

flesh and bones and fat softened

“It’s the best meat off the soi,” I say.

“What’s your secret?”

“”Come back tomorrow. There’s plenty more.”

I question, he ignores, yet

we talk freely,

all part of the big machine:

the consumer,

the dealer,

I scan a splattered QR code

and wait for the portion I’ve payed for.

Leg and thigh will soon cool

enough to be quickly consumed.

Cook places a few more stray pieces

into a vat of bubbling oil.

“Smell sells itself, ” he tells me,

as I put my prizes in a plastic bag.

“Truth be told,” he leans in to whisper,

“this is the b-girl’s’ second batch.”

I look at my fingers.

I have fewer blisters than before.

No one signs receipts or writes cursive anymore.

The battle of sexes has become past time

since we learned how to score legally.


4 responses to “Vat after Vat”

  1. Wickedly delightful!

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    1. Thank you, Tiff. I had a fun time flirting with this idea of the working women of the city being chopped up and served like chicken wings, but I’m not sure I got the reader all the way there yet.

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  2. I got a bit lost in this one, Katie 😦

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    1. I think I might have as well. I’m not sure what they’re wokking out there on the street, but it’s close to the level of crack. I think this vignette needs some more time in the vat, perhaps. Thanks for reading it, friend.

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