Pig

A career in forgery

A novelty diploma for our two-year anniversary—

a random date I chose to let

you know how I felt

and we have been together ever since!

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I’m sorry about the pig.

A penny pig of pebbles—

some omissions, some just false

some white, some blue,

all dishonest

all regrettable—

sunken in my chest

like a potato sack

racing to swallow more potatoes

and I want to get it out.

I could.

But it’s a bit heavy now.

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Maybe in April

when you leave for Seattle

I’ll throw the final Pig—

portly and ponderous from the gravity of each lie

You thought it was a piglet, I know, I’m sorry I overfed it like 

our monthly remittance to Netflix

Yes of course I’ve canceled it

(I haven’t yet, but I will

tomorrow)

—on the floor.

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You can leave then

a sap, a sucker

and I can pick up the pieces

a sycophant, a swindler

and I hope you stay and watch as I do,

again.

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