what it is,
the grey slab of meat
on the Christmas
table.
seasoned
and surrounded
by small
potatoes and carrots,
peas.
just eat, he says, smiling,
you can't help
but notice
the antlers on his
wall,
the shotgun
propped up in the corner.
still warm,
his orange
hunting vest
forever on.
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