Untitled (Jim & Joshua)
They told me I’d get a country-fried steak
If I just sat still beside him. Pancake
Sliced, tenderized, battered and fried,
Smothered in gravy. So good I’ll need
The cigarette before
I said to Ma. But
The Rooster came from uncle’s
flock.
Jim (the rooster), Joshua (me), two
Polygamous kings of the roost,
Stealing a stare, perched atop the world.
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