chicken dinner

you defrost
an age old
chicken from
the freezer
and throw it into
the oven
salt, butter,
pepper,
a quick
spackling
upon it's
goosebumped
skin.
you look at
the clock
on the wall,
the one
on the microwave,
the radio clock,
the phone,
you look at the sun,
going down
over the trees
and figure
out as best
you can when
to flip
the chicken,
baste it again,
then when to pull
it out. you almost give
up though under
the pressure and
call for a pizza,
but no. you have to
get this chicken out
of the house,
and be done
with it.