Ode to a Chicken Sandwich
January 5, 2025
BY Giorgio Citarella
Chicken sandwich, I dream of
you, the way you toss and turn
in the blue. Chicken sandwich, the
heat you submit. I swear, I
soon hereafter need a
licensed chiropractor. The
shape of your bun, the
lay of your seed, Chicken
sandwich, you are a
marvel unlike another.
- Giorgio Citarella
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