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Portion Sizing


One raw chicken breast
is your chilled heart in my hand.
I imagine its juice will poison my skin
with bacterial outrage for lack of heat.

Its slickness is determined
to make its way on to the floor, out of the door,
like a goldfish thought dead
save one last jump.

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