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.
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