Chicken Fried Fear

Sink teeth into the olive-crisped
drumstick skin; jaws bloom with
broken wings, grasshoppers and
bloody bluebirds. Another bite. Smile
as the garbage fire two blocks down
puffs smoke, pierce glass and soul,
singe tender flesh. Chew, chew, gulp.
Sweet creatures (squeaking rats) taste
fine, meat medley. Mashed bones,
carbonated fluids in the marrow of
mice, wash, wash, dry, dry, blink twice
in ecstasy. Stick the remaining tissue
in mouth, mmm, suck it dry, fear and
fish oil smudging the crimp of lips.

KFC is closed.