Day 27: Meatless

They say you become the

animal you like to eat.

I’m a pig then

nosing around the pen

happy to lie in the mud or wherever

always waiting for dinner

and the next meal after that

and the one after.

And you,

a chicken, 

forever pecking on the ground

looking for little things like worms

in your food, but if you’re a chicken,

the worm is your food, which

you hate like lizards.

And even if you’re just sitting there

you’re actually doing something

like guarding the chicks

or hatching eggs.

It seemed improbable 

that we’d end up together,

the slouch and the worker.

So, we decided to get married

and now we’re vegetarians,

almost.