- Vol. 08
- Chapter 04
Your text popped up out of the blue
It said 'I want a little pig'
One of those ones that doesn't grow
You sent me videos of them running in slow motion
I watched them on loop
I pored over the way their pink snouts came up snuffling,
Their little grunts
sniffing out scraps.
I was in a gift-shop, saw a stuffed toy pig
As big as my fist
With a sticker that said press
On his belly
So I pressed and he squealed in delight
And his cotton skin was already faded
From sticky fingers who couldn't resist
He was pink like tongues like a baby's bedroom
I pocketed the little pig
And I squeeze him when I think of you.