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Who Am I, Lucy Dan?

A poetic writing prompt

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he gave his life, not by choice — by slaughter, his loin meaty, his hide roasted and spiced to taste.

unlike his kin, Wilber, or Babe, he lived uncelebrated. his snout and curly tail a delicacy, his split hoof deliciously desired.

with an apple in the mouth his warm body offers thanks, a symbol of life and death, to those who believe.

This poem was inspired by this writing prompt by Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) and today’s lunch — minus the apple, the spit, and the ritual. Although I try not to think about what sad life this suckling pig likely lived prior to becoming my pork chop, I give thanks for the good food he’s provided me.

Tagging Barb Dalton

Other stories of mine to enjoy.

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