By: Courtney Beck
If there’s a chicken in every pot, who prospers?
Do I? Does my child?
I guess, I’m not quite sold.
I’ve had chicken prepared
A thousand ways in my lifetime.
Quickly, quickly after work.
Quickly, quickly before bed.
Is something missing?
Do we ever stop to ask?
When will be the right time?
Will we ever realize that Chicken Elizabeth,
after a time,
Drowns the senses for a summer salad
prepared from nobody’s garden.
There just wasn’t time to plant this season
And so, they won’t be showing for dinner tonight.
Chicken’s on the menu at their house this evening too.