Eating Fried Chicken

By Linh Dinh b. 1963 Linh Dinh
I hate to admit this, brother, but there are times
When I’m eating fried chicken
When I think about nothing else but eating fried chicken,
When I utterly forget about my family, honor and country,
The various blood debts you owe me,
My past humiliations and my future crimes—
Everything, in short, but the crispy skin on my fried chicken.
 
But I’m not altogether evil, there are also times
When I will refuse to lick or swallow anything
That’s not generally available to mankind.
 
(Which is, when you think about it, absolutely nothing at all.)
 
And no doubt that’s why apples can cause riots,
And meat brings humiliation,
And each gasp of air
Will fill one’s lungs with gun powder and smoke.

Linh Dinh, “Eating Fried Chicken” from American Tatts, published by Chax Press. Copyright © 2005 by Linh Dinh. Reprinted by permission of the author.

Source: American Tatts (Chax Press, 2005)

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Poet Linh Dinh b. 1963

Subjects Activities, Eating & Drinking, Arts & Sciences, Humor & Satire, Social Commentaries

Poetic Terms Free Verse