chicken made of eggshells

i’m keeping fake flowers in my bedroom

they cost only forty-five cents

and they smell like my grandmother’s house.


she made us feed eggshells and pizza crusts

to the chickens in her yard, on a plate.

we, too, devour our young like take-out.


nowadays i don’t compost like her.

i buy my blooms in the craft store

and my eggs from the supermarket.