Poet Patricia Lockwood Dreams of Roasted Pturkeydactyls

[italiceyeball]

Poet Patricia Lockwood Dreams of Roasted Pturkeydactyls

2 p.m.: I sit in my backyard eating a chicken sandwich and sighing tragically after every bite. The sandwich is as cold as the universe. Here's the thing. I don't need to be rich, I just need to make enough money so that I can sometimes eat at one of those places that makes your sandwich hot for you. I don't know why but it seems so hard to make your sandwich hot at home, even though it should be easy.

Comments

[agnosis1975]

Good lord.

Actually, reading that made me want breakfast.

[italiceyeball]

Reading is hard work, one needs to stay fueled with delicious carbohydrates, fried things, dairy products, and bacon to maintain the important intellectual pursuits.