The Fat Is In The Fire

by hurricanejessica

We can only prepare so much:
the proper placement,
the appropriate warmth,
the timing such that nothing burns,
nothing spoils.

Everything else,
how the elements interact and react,
is out of our grease slicked hands.

It is not the fault of the meat that
despite itself
it has more to give.

Nor can we blame the fire for accepting,
for swelling and swallowing,
affectionate with gratitude.

We can only embrace what is next:
the rising heat,
how it coaxes,
the consequence of the coming burst,
the resulting release.

Nothing else
can be done, however you might try,
to quell or to quench
after that first descent.

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