Call It Destiny

Sometimes,
one finds her calling
when she can down a
quesadilla
while watching 
a forensic anthropologist 
sift through a concoction of
gelatinized bone and flesh
with a soup ladle,
and bile does not
coat her throat.

241 thoughts on “Call It Destiny

  1. Allison Thorpe

    I love the way you present this to us — “her calling.” We can eat through pretty much anything these days, can’t we? I remember how horrible we thought news from the Viet Nam war was, but soon the news went on while we were at the dinner table. Anyway, very nicely written poem!

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