eating a giant turkey leg

i dream

about a roasted turkey leg,

covered

in gravy.

greasy and shiny

with crispy skin,

right out

of the oven.

i've gone to bed that hungry.

starving

for a good solid

meal

and not peanut butter crackers

before bedtime.

i hold the leg

in my hand like a Roman

Emperor

and give it a mighty bite.

the giblets and gravy

drip down

my chin

into my beard,

and then i look out the window

of my castle

and i see a flock

of turkeys in the field

limping by,

each with one leg missing.

i wake up with the feeling

that i've sinned.

i reach for

the peanut butter crackers

again.