I roasted a chicken

by Dulce Maria Menendez

I called a criminal lawyer.
I told his wife her photography
was going to the moon.
I heard laughter in the background.
It was pure joy.
I asked them if they still had my painting.
They said yes and I let them know 
the subject was Marlon Brando's Tahitian wife.
The tragedy of it all and how Brando was the cause of it.
Then we moved to poetry and how poems are similar to 
abstract expressionism and the lawyer asked me to argue
why I thought that.

I told him I didn't want to argue although we both knew
that he meant he wanted me to elaborate my theory on
why poems are abstract paintings. I told him it was a 

This he understood.

Then I broke down.