Monday, May 21, 2018
THE PIG Comments
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The pig lives on the other side
of love, low
to the ground of our loneliness.
It lays itself down lets itself be bitten
as the flesh that laughs
in our most secret of dreams.
It roots in muck and at a trot
the language that we
write with our hands washed.
If one of us were to lose his head,
we'd cry, the both of us,
as though possessed.
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