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Skinning the Sunday Chicken

A true story, told in haiku

By Sonia Heidi UnruhPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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I am disgusted.

Slimy slabs of chicken parts

wait, hunched, for my knife.

*

Off with skin and fat!

Greasy hands freckle with blood.

Another thigh done.

*

Grandmother bustles.

I dwaddle, hoping she'll say,

"Here, let me do it ..."

how tofact or fiction

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Sonia Heidi Unruh

I love: my husband and children; all who claim me as family or friend; the first bite of chocolate; the last blue before sunset; solving puzzles; stroking cats; finding myself by writing; losing myself in reading; the Creator who is love.

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Comments (1)

  • Moe Radosevichabout a year ago

    You nailed it, slime and all, 😂😂 I like it 😀

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