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Like Chicken


I’m in between old
and new. Exhaustion
is the norm these

days. An errand hit
at the end of the day.
on the way back I

started thinking
about dinner. More
specifically I thought

about chicken fried
rice and steamed pot
stickers. I found a

parking space and
walked in. “Take out?
He turned to grab the

bag behind him. “No.
I’m going to order.”
As soon as I said that

the take out guy
appeared. It was
taking him a while

to pay. Fong turned
to me, “Are you ready?”
I hesitated because

I thought he was busy
with the other guy.
Fong stared. I blurted,

“An order of shrimp
fried rice and an order
of steamed pot stickers.”

Fong nodded. Mr. Take
Out left. In the car my
brain was saying chicken

fried rice. But my mouth
said shrimp. Why I’ll never
know. Tired I guess. But

shrimp is okay. Fong
walked over to the table
near me. That guy ordered

sesame chicken. He’s
getting my chicken; he
probably wanted shrimp.

Fong walked back to the
kitchen and reappeared
with my order. I think I

waited less than five
minutes. I thanked Fong
and walked back to my

car. I wiggled through
the Friday rush hour maze
in the parking lot; then

shot into traffic still
wondering why I said
shrimp instead of

chicken. Didn’t take too
long to get back home.
I sat down at the table.

I could smell the food.
This was a rare treat!
I tasted the rice and

enjoyed the crunch of
the bean sprouts. Funny,
about the shrimp.

It tasted like chicken.

 

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alslaff

Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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