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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