NaPoMo 2011 Day 6 Poem

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Prompt: Think of 10 interesting cosmic questions that the chicken can ask the girl. The poem is not the questions. The poem is you answering the questions.

Young girl responds to the questions of a chicken on house arrest as she smokes a cigarette

The meaning of life? You are not meant to know. The meaning is
not in the sauce, or on the table. You won’t know until you can see

past the fire. True love? It’s waiting for you, beneath a briefcase
in a terminal in Chicago. It’s been flattened into garlic skin. Press

it against your chest. Love is an iron-on transfer. You want to know
if the sun and moon are in love, who is in the sky. The answer is old
light.

You or the egg? Toss a coin.

You ask if you will be able
to conceive. In the future
you will pull the corners
of your child and zoom in.
You will sell this technology
to every dentist in the country.

Of course Colbert is a better lay.

I don’t know much about good health,
but I saw a special on extreme coupon
clippers once.

You can still be a good parent, all juke
and no bite. Your kids will cleave
the world.