Black pepper lathered
into brisket, lines like bark—
charred, hickory ripe.
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Black pepper lathered
into brisket, lines like bark—
charred, hickory ripe.
Chase (he/him) is a writer and exceptionally amateur baker from the Arkansas River Valley. His work has appeared in MAYDAY, Cleaver Magazine, 3Elements Review, Blood Tree Literature, Stirring, Book of Matches, Exposition Review, and Sleet Magazine, among others.