Oh, how I hunger
for another taste
of that delicious thigh meat.
I have not partaken
in so long and
truly
do I miss it.

I have been off
cold turkey
for many months
and
with every passing day
it gets harder
resisting the urge.

I have been warned against
told that mine is an addiction
and I’d be better off abstaining
from the delight
of that savory meat.

I know.
I recognize the bad things I have done
in service of this particular delicacy.
I realize
how much more productive I am
when I dine on simpler meals
like pickles
or avoid eating entirely,
subsisting on hot beet injections
or Orangina.

I see how I love the thigh too much
and if I feast on nothing else
I will grow slack,
supine,
sickened by the repetition.
Too much thigh makes the baby go blind
or something like that.
I am aware
that I must show restraint.

It’s just
I love a juicy thigh
so much
and
knowing there’s another
into which I can sink my teeth..
I cannot stop.