drunk and hungry
i check a pan
of breaded chicken
cooking in the oven
our dinner tonight
my lunch tomorrow
when i accidentally knock
the top rack back the other way
almost toppling everything
in the process
burning my forearm
in four places
when i reach to save the food
my pale flesh blisters upon impact
shit, you didn’t even flinch,
my wife says
while i run the arm under cold water
look
i’m no tough guy, i tell her
i’m just a guy minus
the brains he was born with
a fat drunk
with a hole in his belly
the size of texas
who lacks the stamina
to open up that goddamned
refrigerator
to try and find something else to eat
in this sweltering apartment
that’ll last
for the next two days.
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