The crack of the wishbone

Bathe

me

in a pot- steaming,

boiling

in my own broth

Dress

me.

Stuff peppercorns,

garlic and lemon grass

into my swollen chest.

Skewer

me.

After the final rub

before

the roast.

Eat

me.

Bone by bone.

Neck, wing, and leg.

Skin to marrow.

Leave

me.

Whisper above

my decapitated frame

across plates.

Listen.

The crack

of the wishbone says:

I

want

you

back.