Said Chicken

As we split this bountiful chicken

thighs and breasts oh so firm

firm like the word of my father

father always knew best

after all, best chicken i’ve ever had

or does my hunger blind me

sriracha added for spice

i tell liz to play nice

I spill the sparkling peach

mistakes wiped, disappear

bite after bite

said chicken slowly withers away

to be split between two

but is split ever true?

liz cannot stick to her side

father warned me

he always warns me.