Iorek's Writing

The Pig

By John Jarvis

2004-08-06

She kissed me on the mouth tonight. She was drunk. It's O.K., though, 'cause I'm gonna follow her advice to the letter: you have to let the feelings come.

They crucified her tonight. I made a joke of examining her hands. This is my role. My despair has no place in our friendship. Maybe she would have me if I kept it out of our sex. I notice a pig looking wistfully at the sky.

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