i broke two necks tonight, because
chicken soup doesn't make itself.
i snapped bobbing necks with pitiful
***** of skin beneath pointed beaky chins,
scrawny, feathered twigs. you
halved sticks with fingers that were vices
stripped them naked, pale
brown wood, shivering under your fingerprints.
i am not noticing this anymore. chicken
necks are starting to feel like twigs. snap
snap snap