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Thaw


Cold, frozen chicken strips

laid across my dinner plate

as my eyes glazed with a cold solemn

 

How many frozen meals had I been subject to?

How many cups of instant noodles had I digested?

I decided it was enough

and I began to thaw

 

I applied for my first job

and began to crack at the ice wall that had imprisoned me

that had confined me

and I watched as it melted into a pool around my feet

 

My first paycheck came in

and my mother and I endulged in the taste

of warm, home-made grilled chicken

 

 

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