FARM BOY
They worked on the farm with jackrabbit, and moss, and all the other animals.
Feed the pigs today. Bail the hay.
Eat the wheat, and barley and whatever else you do-
You animals.
They got there. We all were tired.
At 7 pm on a Sunday.
Labia went to bail the hay.
It was dusk and it was hot.
The hay was straw-like- and yellow- stiff and hard to hold.
Throw it up and push it down into bundles- they were told.
Jackrabbit, stodgily, watching.
The pigs took any energy you gave to them and mushed it up into a pig sandwich. Alive and kosher.
The pigs knew things.
“Please don’t. Please don’t bite the metal. Please don’t hurt yourself”
- she begged him on the phone from Andalusia.
“It's not worth it to hurt yourself.
To kill yourself.
I love you.”
They were told to spread the seed- to clean the animal stalls,
to clear the remains and keep going.
This is animal life.
How we keep going.
That Saturday- she got a call from Spain and answered.
“I surrender to your emotions.
And I hang up.”
“Farmboy, why are you on the phone?
Farmboy, what are you doing?”
“I am calling my counselor. I need a new physiologist.”
