An Average Night of Male Comradery

I heard that people eat chicken wings to feel something communalBecause I guess sucking meat from marrow,Like a chittering rodent-thing is a culture found mostly in a sports bar.Somewhere in the town you grew up in.But I also heard that chicken beaks can break through ice,

So when you talk to a chicken,She must know that what you have to say isFowl.Though you can’t know thatwhile chewing at her,finding just the meat between her bones.She licks her slender lips, sucking at her bird-tongue,and wonders what you’re on about when you askto eat her meatless armsthen after a slow roast peel her skinwhich shields her breast you so desire—you sick fork-surgeon, searchingfor the succor of aSultryPoultrychicken lick,To feather gently at your fancy, lather in B-B-Q and funnel down your gulletyes,yes,yes.It’s chilling really that a chicken beak can break ice.If only just the surface before shattering on its own.You might not think of that though whenyour tongue and teeth are tweezing,A hair-thin strip of flesh from between parts of her you don’t care about.