MY CHICKEN LIFE WILL CHANGE THE WORLD
Chad Lutz
This could be our big bag of money,
but she’s never been very good with kids.
This thirty-year veteran is batting a big 0
so why should we be expected to hit
a fucking homerun?
They’re making bids on paintings
five times the amount
I’ve ever made in three months
my entire life.
Then they retreat
to the bathroom,
talk about how much they love God
and the tits on the other guy’s wife,
or how drunk they are.
Another bathroom scene:
this one of a housewife wearing
Givenchy,
a dress which takes
not one but two wraps
not one but two girdles
just to slip into.
“I’m just trying to be low-key this year.”
She also said, “I can’t sit down.”
At school,
their kids give us colds
and bounce around on candy;
Little Hoover Hoosiers
Indiana wouldn’t claim.
Five-years old
and already fondling each other;
they want to know why Ms. Jenn
hasn’t had babies.
“I thought everybody that’s an adult has them.”
Tonight,
we’re dining with their parents,
at a five-star gala
held at the Ritz-Carlton
in The City,
clothes
a good used car
couldn’t sell for
parading around
in the hellish mood lighting.
It’s an illusion,
but I’ve been here,
I know this place,
and I taste it in
the vegetarian quinoa
Portobello burger deconstruction
sitting on my luxury,
handmade
china
plate.
the illusion being
that we only look like
we fit in,
when we do.
Chad W. Lutz was born in Akron, Ohio, in 1986 and raised in the neighboring suburb of Stow. They graduated from Kent State University in 2008 and Mills College in Oakland, California, in with an MFA in Creative Writing in 2018.