on a neck, on a spit

September 12, 2013

I was in the shower before work, shaving my legs, when over the sound of the water I heard the bathroom door snick open and two shuffly little feet pad into the room.

"Hey mom."

"Hey babe," I murmured back, sleepily scrubbing at my bits and parts. We were quiet for a few minutes, on either side of the curtain, listening to the water beating down on the tiles and the blue light steadily marching in through the windows.

"Did you know we bought a whole chicken at the grocery store?"

"Yep." I shook the water droplets from my razor.

"A whole chicken with legs!"

"Uh huh... legs..."  I rinsed the soap from my hands.

"And we're going to cook it!"

"Mmhmm..." I traded razor for facewash.

"–And I get to eat its heart!"

"Uh... what? I mean sure, I guess." I scrunched my eyes shut and scrubbed my nose in little concentric circles.

"........I'm touching its bones."

"YOU TAKE THAT CHICKEN BACK TO THE REFRIGERATOR RIGHT NOW."


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