these are the timesdirty beloved



To the Family of the Man We Ate 130 Years Ago

...with its many fluids and folds, his own
body, a chicken's wing, even
patted a dog's back with it and then
he raised it to our chieftain's
head to remove a wooden half
a fishbone—comb, he called it,
after he had shown him one gliding
through his own hair—well...
Sharon Dolin/Verse Daily

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