June 28, 2017

“At the back of the freezer, a frozen chicken corpse. Chicken with head, limbs, and wings attached. Chicken with a beak and foggy expression. I held the chicken in my arms. I loved that chicken like it was my flesh-and-blood child. I loved that chicken the way I thought I could never love the pregnancy. I named the chicken Marlinchen. Marlinchen looked out the kitchen window with milky eyes…”

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