Roast duck elegy, by K-Ming Chang | wildness
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In the window of my grandma’s restaurant, a whole roast duck dressed in my clothes. I eat the chives from its chest wound, tie it a twine waist. My grandmother orders me from a display of the dead, welds me a crown from cutlery. Tells me the story of a soldier eating his legs all night, bone his only light source. In this family, forgetting is famine. A body is having no choice but to eat. On the menu, we misspell chicken fingers as children fingers . We eat our gods out of grief, lose teeth to new last names. I conflate hunger with faith, fry my prayers in cornmeal & paste. The first summer I
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