alfie lee writing



while preparing fried
chicken leg, a lame
thought hatched
in my head; did

the fowl's tibia
snap breaking
out of its cage? How
did it mend? Who

gave it aid? Did
it plot to flee
from its fate of ending
up on my palate?

Silly as it was, it did
not escape me, one leg
notwithstanding, the
funny side; that

the joke will be long
down the road and lost
on us before we think
to make it a cross.


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