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© by Maya Stein

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Thursday, September 15, 2005

chicken love




















those days when i'm bent or boiling,
a squawking, chicken-legged,
scruffy disaster needing moisturizer,
vitamins, and maybe my own pen
away from the others -

what's good is how you never lay down
the red carpet, don't run to the bath with
lavender bubbles and an offer to manicure,
don't press coins into my hands for unwaranted
ice cream cones.

there's none of that furtive dialing for delivery pizza
or worse, a disappearing act
so i can stew in my own, feral juices.

no, you do the best thing.
you give me chicken love.
tease my feathers into a mohawk,
gurgle nonsense out of your throat
in an earnest attempt to outdo mine,
then spit lavishly into the sink.
you hide the moisturizer, the vitamins,
any evidence of lavender
then take my funny legs,
place them on your belly,
and turn me
into an airplane.

5 comments:

snowsparkle said...

i love, love, love this piece!
you are one fine chicken!

andrea dimiceli said...

what silly, lovely, inspired photos to set off great writing

la vie en rose said...

I so love youf words. They are an uplifting part of my day when things seem to be getting the best of me. Thank you for sharing them. I so look forward to your updates and the 10 line Tuesday e-mail. Good, inspiring stuff! Thank you for the blessing!

Cody said...

Found you via Maggie. Your poetry is great. If she had comments I would go thank her profusely for linking to you. So I'll thank you instead.

Anonymous said...

You take my breath. Thank you.