THE YOUNG FARM GIRL
Daddy screams at me,
"Hold this god damned pig's head down."
My friends scramble with nowhere to hide,
squealing and trampling each other.
"God damned it,
hold this damned pig's head down."
I cry, my chest races, I run.
I run to my bed, pillows boxing my ears.
Still, the shrill squeals of the pigs come.
Watercolors 24 x 18 1996