dead chickens

i'm so hungry, I could wring
a chicken's neck
and pluck it's feather
clean
off it's pink back,
if I had a clue how to go
about it.
but I don't,
i'm way too compassionate
to kill anything anyways,
and then eat it.
so I call in Chinese
food.
they know me by name
and number,
address, but ask just
the same what it is.
once that's out of the way,
I say,
kung pao chicken,
two summer rolls.
no MSG.
no shrimp tonight?
the woman says, looking
at my past orders. no.
I tell her.
oh, okay. twenty minutes.
cash or credit?
cash, as you well know.