If you want to preserve a piece of meat, you cure it.
You pack it in salt to draw all the moisture out,
or leave it to dry in the wind or bathe it in smoke
until it takes on a different quality:
tougher, preserved, full of flavor
and a wicked sense of humor.
If you want to cure a person of cancer,
you do the same thing.
− Micki Myers
Micki Myers is the author of two collections of poetry, Trigger Finger and It’s Probably Nothing…, and has taught English in Pittsburgh for more than 20 years. She lives in Squirrel Hill and can be found at www.mickimyers.com. Many writers featured in Chapter & Verse are guests of Prosody, produced by Jan Beatty and Ellen Wadey. Prosody airs every Saturday morning on 90.5 FM.
