meditation on chicken supper
it’s reasonable to kill yourself,
granted. if you think about it,
hard enough. days are the same;
only shorter, colder…
but that’s just logic, which is
nothing – intangible, like number;
rational, ultimately stupid.
when my chicken’s legs froze
i took it to the vet; & when it
died, i buried it.
i might have eaten it, but.