I’m Laughing on the Inside

“Try your own version of the a poem that takes as its starting point the chicken riddle. Use the opening question to enter the chicken universe.”

-Kim Addonizio, “Ordinary Genius”

 

 

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Is that the preferred form of poultry suicide?

Or is it it called poultricide?

I suppose guns are too big

or heavy

or both.

Most everything else takes opposable thumbs

And maybe the cat couldn’t be found

The well was covered

And bird flu is more of a human thing.

The only choice left

Cross the Road

 

Or maybe she was crossing to reach a glimmer of hope.

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