pig

i beg you to take me to the fair.
i want to look at the pigs. i want to
make my petition to join them.
i am not concerned about whether 
or not they are meat pigs. i have been meat
for most of my life & i am unafraid 
of ending things like that. i just hope
i'm a dumpling or something & not
those dry pork chops mom used to make.
the pigs are all catholic which is ironic for reasons
i don't completely remember. when my family
still did church we were all in. we went
from house to house with a group of families
& talked about bible stuff, most of which
i do not remember. most of their houses
were huge. i loved the one with hot tubs best.
i remember thinking that they must
be extra holy. i always thought my family
was missing something. 
what does this have to do with pigs 
you might be wondering? nothing at all 
except for the fact that i find them
to be holy. when i say
i want to be a pig i don't just mean
because of their size & certainly not because
they are intelligent. i mean i want to be
the cathedral when i walk down the street.
i mean just one blue ribbon could save me.
heat turns us into fried eggs. we don't 
make it to the fair. all the pigs grow wings
& roost on the power lines, which makes me question
whether or not i am in a sticker book.
i hope for more opportunities to be heretical
in the coming months. when i am a pig
i will come visit on holidays & you can
feed me your hands one at a time. 
then, i'll know how to play piano. then,
all those catholic families will tithe 
in eyelashes. did you know that pigs have
their own churches? i am ready to be all in. 
don't eat me, it's friday. don't eat me
it's lent. there is still time. the sun has arms.
you could be a pig too.