Aurora Linnea – 3 poems

HE’S JUST A PIGMAN

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THERE ARE NO WHOLE BODIES AT THE PIG FARM 

THE VANISHED PIG WOMEN RETURN NOT AS WHOLE BODIES
BUT PARTS:     THE PIGS, THE WOOD CHIPPER, THE FREEZERS

THE PALE YELLOW COMPLEXION OF THE PIG WOMEN
A FAINT DEPOSIT PADDING THE UNSOLD PORKS CASE

JUNK-STREWN PROVISIONAL RELIQUARY OF THE PIG WOMEN
THEIR CLOTHES IN HIS HOUSE MILDEW-MAKE LITTER OF RATS
SPONGE-LIKE — SQUEAK THE BLOODLAKE

THEIR TEETH
IN HIS EARTH

THEY SOLD FARM-RAISED
THEIR FACES SAWED IN TWO
DECORATIVE BOWLS TO CLASP THEIR HANDS
& FEET FOLDED, HER JAWBONE WHITE ON BLACK EXCREMENT
SHE A PINK SOUP SLOPS BASAL TROUGH OF LARGE TRASHCAN

THEY EMPTIED THEIR PURSES LEFT W/ KIN IN THE PIGPEN

WHEN THE PIG WOMEN RETURN
THEY’RE PHOTOGRAPHS OF SLOUGHING HAIR
STEEL CUFFS RUFFED POLYESTER FAKE FURRED
NIGHTVISION SUBDIVISION PAGEANT OF INFLATABLE SOW
WHOSE 1 OUTLET IN HER PLASTIC PINK THE FARMER JOKED
“FUCKABLE” // A THING PAST VALUE…

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