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Eating Chicken

He stood there

eating chicken over the kitchen sink

he was a second-rate man

draped by his sagging flesh

the master of a tired domain

and the peculiar owner

of a singular solitude

a wretched slave to ambivalence

looking solemnly through

his aluminum framed window

watching his neighbor wash dishes

she’s not young, but middle-aged

handsome in a classic way

he imagined that she was lonely

and that the only warmth

she ever got was from

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her soapy dishes​

© Christopher Raine