Broiled by Hunter Craig

I long for you.
Braise me kindly in swathes of stock.
Lay sprigs of rosemary down.
Let me be
Lovingly chanced by flame,
To sweeten my rind.

Let me rest delicately.
Cut me up.

Prod me onto a platter
Garnished with the entreaties
That are inevitably tossed aside.
I am the center of this plate and
I long for that recognition in
Consumption and finality.


Between bouts of extreme laziness, Hunter Craig writes creative nonfiction and poetry to be cast out into the nether. Many of his works have appeared in various garbage cans across Virginia, and in ‘zines he prints out and leaves around Virginia Tech.