Flash Poetry: “Chicken Kiev”

Some days, I'm just not cut out to make Chicken Kiev. The pounding of raw, dripping chicken (And the meat stuck under fingernails) Curling it delicately in on itself (And smearing the fearfully-full-of-salmonella butter over fingers, because you know it doesn't stick well on its own) The flour, the eggs-- Oh Gods, the raw eggs,... Continue Reading →

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