white rice noodle
veins–or bone fiber.
unsure anatomy.
not-cilantro, but soap for
not-pho soup slurping
not-salt, but still briny eyes
stomach fat rendered down
to chicken broth boiling,
licking lard-sheathed lips
you need it to hold flavor.
shredded flesh
frayed with the grain
stirred in a sriracha sanguine.
clucking thing, forgive my trespasses
give me strength to forgive those
who trespass against me.
what is this meal if not
body broken for
my broken body
with burning tongue, bit hard,
blood shed for me.
give me this day a meal that I
may steal its calories to
carry me to what god gives
tomorrow.