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This poem is part of a collection of found poetry that uses cookbooks as source material. The process of cutting these books up in order to create poems is meant to analogize the act of whole animal butchering—which I did professionally for a number of years in fine dining—and to use both the limitations of the language in the book as well as the entirety of the material in order to create something that can be nourishing and shared communally, as it would if it were a meal. The content of these poems is somewhat more ambiguous, as I work with the very specific lexicon found in cookbooks (mostly action verbs and blunt objects that were once living beings) to reflect on my own experiences as a woman in an industry laden with toxic-masculinity, as well as meditate on the long chain of dissociation that exists not only between other species and our own, but also within it.