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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


her soapy dishes

© Christopher Raine