by Heather Bourbeau
The chicks were tied to her hopes of urban farming, freedom from corporate food and a fresh start after a failed marriage. She cared disproportionately for the bearded white silkie bantam, a Phyllis Diller of a chick with all the personality you would expect, but sadly few of the eggs. She wondered if the other chicks found the silkie ostentatious. She anthropomorphized the fowl to such an extent that she would argue, against logic and science, that chickens were much smarter than we thought. And once she understood that, she could see that Phyllis was a bit like her ex-husband.
|Heather Bourbeau is a Berkeley-based writer. She was a Tupelo Press 30/30 poet, nominated for a Pushcart Prize, a finalist for the Randall Jarrell Poetry Prize and winner of the Pisk! Poetry Slam. Her first collection of poetry, Daily Palm Castings, profiles people in overlooked professions.|