There are bits of family which defy description. I do not mean that metaphorically. They know you are trying and they will resist.

Culled from the Clutch

I will work towards an arbitrary round count of recurrences of the word "chicken".

Body parts replaced with whole chickens.

Chickens as stomachs with legs. 

Chickens as escapees from your gut. 

Your gut as a chicken-shaped wound.

The cowardly general's poultry epaulettes. Stomping his live chicken shoes.

A nut punch with a chicken glove. The way the glove squawks your name.

We are named for how we will be served.

Jonah pining in the dark of a chicken.

Ahab stunned by barnyard abundance.

Mary, feathered in blue, espousing a new form of virginity.

We rub hens together in continuance of our species.

Cold-blooded chickens toasting our eggs on rocks. 

The rare mammal chicken nursing her young.

A word repeated becomes meaningless. A word repeated becomes a spell.

Shanti Shanti Shanti.

Brahma Java Malay.



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