Saturday, January 21, 2012

She will only eat meat from a grocery store, he said, and I realized he was talking about me. Just the other day I thought to myself that I may make a pact to never eat meat when I don't know its origins. I thanked the deer and the pig in my head as I chewed, trying to enjoy a sausage killed humanely. The throat was slit by the man I married. A true provider. The only thing that would have made it better would be if no gun was involved, just a man and a knife. But a kill is a kill (after all, I suppose deer have antlers and finger-thin leap-legs for a reason, while people have brains to make guns). I felt sick, as I thought of the pig and the deer, as I thanked them for becoming a part of my body. Meat has a smell and a taste of something more than a carrot or grain. I am really trying to be a carnivore.

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