it wants you to hold it.  it plays dead.  its mother is bombed into her mother’s mind.  I think of what I did to the chicken’s head and how it stopped the chicken.  how I know something I’ve never seen is beautiful.  I can’t make out what my father is pointing at because he believes it’s forgotten the both of us.  I grant my brother his exile of proximity.  for example, no chicken is overwhelmingly chicken.