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Fryers

What we do, we do and do.
In the morning, we light the stove, boil
in its heat. We’re too old to feel
any differently about each other than we can
of the wind. It’s November

that makes us put too many blankets on
us at night. Above us, our breath
tumbles toward the windows nailed shut.
The screens are rusted. The chicks
in the barn are crying for release.

We’re in the house thinking
of what? What fryers they’ll become?