Chicken Claws
Grip the broken end, the splintered bone and nibble gently into spice-softened reptilian skin, tearing into sinew and cartilage. Masticate the morsels of childhood flavors of satisfaction and shame lingering on the round edges of your tongue. The blurred memories of tropical heat sharpen with this salty, sweet, chewy claw. Spit out the bones like baby teeth from a mouth that no longer speaks the Mother Tongue. Eat this alone in the kitchen at night- not one, but the whole pack. Then scrape the pile of broken fingers into the trash hiding all evidence of this delicacy.
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