1. Pink is a whole chicken cut open. It's the thing left raw, bleeding out. We want to believe the animal lived well and died humanely. If we force ourselves to think about it, we hope for a quick killing: a neck wrung in a blink or stretched taut under a knife. 2. Staked on the front lawn, pink is worn as a coat, beak down, as if a fake bird could have a real appetite, grazing on our grass. 3. In the wild, flamingos are paint pellets shot inside out — pink because they eat pink creatures, pink because of the pink inside. Dead pink keeps flamingos alive.
Jeanette Beebe, Birds of Pink








