poetry and prose by stephen chute
Monday, May 22, 2023
Frenchy the chicken
i should have never
named
the chicken.
made it a pet of sorts.
it was a mistake, because
now i'm hungry
and she's staring at me
with those beady eyes.
was there love?
no, but
how can i possibly
kill a chicken with a name.
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