so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the rotisserie
chickens
Here’s the thing. I just wanted rotisserie chicken. It’s been a long, long goddamn week. There are so many things I can’t eat anymore because of celiac, so many things I can’t do because of age and health problems. My garage door & the world are broken, too. I just wanted one rotisserie chicken, Harris Teeter. Fuck.
I bought a chicken. It was under the hot lights and I was careful to keep it separate from everything else in the cart, because I didn’t want it to melt the ice cream or spoil the milk and I didn’t want it to get cold. But when I opened it at home, it was raw inside.
I took the half-baked chicken back to the store because it was an $8 chicken because everything is getting so expensive because greed rules the world and I got my $8 back but I’d rather just be eating rotisserie chicken right now and pretending everything is okay.
~ J.L. Hilton
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