• 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.