[Kitsa]

I had a fucked-up dream last night.

In it, I was cooking a chicken. It looked like the kind of whole roasting chicken you'd get at the supermarket, except it had a head on it. I thought it was dead and I was putting it into the oven to cook it, and then it got up out of the pan and started running around on these tragic little drumstick legs.

And I realized with horror that it was sentient, and now I couldn't possibly cook the poor thing, but then how could it live with no feet or innards? So I was chasing it around trying to figure out what I was going to do.

In the end, in the dream, I picked it up and shoved it in the oven and hoped it would die fast.

My mom asked why I didn't chop off the head. In the dream that never once occurred to me.