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Chicken Truck I 1. The full cages fill the flatbed high and wide as a semi trailer. Birds in the outer cages feel the sun, rain, wind, cold for the first time. Their feathers fly. For years, these trucks blocked my entrance to drive-thrus, those secret tunnels of love for the slipping vegetarian. Is it still true, in the days of chicken trucks, that only what comes out of my mouth defiles? 2. You would be surprised, the vet says. Surprised at how many chickens survive when the latch to their cage springs open and they tumble into traffic at seventy miles an hour. Do you want a pet chicken? 3. We have forgotten grace, turned a blind eye to sacrifice. I do not want a pet chicken, but I want to remember. When I sit to table, I want to remember the land, the farmer, the migrant worker, the grass and the tree, the blood and the bone, 200

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Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019  

The Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019 issue spotlights superb poetry and prose by brilliant contributors from around the globe. Enjoy 2...

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The Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019 issue spotlights superb poetry and prose by brilliant contributors from around the globe. Enjoy 2...

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