she was hungry
and we were on
a road trip from
cape may to ocean
city via the ferry
across a purple
ocean roiling
in a christmas
wake. she was sick.
but still, she
was hungry. she
was a year away
from death, from
dying in her sleep,
the best way
to go, so soft,
slipping under,
as if the world
was water. but she
was hungry, and
i said anywhere
is good for me.
chicken she said
loudly. fried
chicken and she
closed her eyes
and said a prayer
that we would find
an open stop along
way, the day after
christmas. and
we did. we found
her fried chicken.
i've never seen a
girl eat so much
and be so happy.
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