out of a metal
tray,
spilling the cubes into
a glass.
i pour myself some well
water.
i look out
the window at my cow,
and think
about the milk
i'll need in the morning.
there's a chicken
on the table
out back looking in.
eggs.
and the there's Alfred,
the pig,
trying to hide himself
in the mud,
bacon, minus
the nitrates.
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