United States, (contemporary)
There’s a Pig Outside
- The waiter in here has a concussion from coming
- onto another guy’s woman says she slipped him her number
- nothing he asked for but her boyfriend hit him over the head with a
- flashlight
- knocked him out for thirty minutes and he looks bad today Sunday
- and I say no wonder
- I didn’t see you Friday when did it happen he says Thursday night
- went to the hospital
- the next day my neck hurt from when I hit concrete steps and I think
- he really looks like shit
- thought he’d been in a car crash and he goes on about the heavy
- flashlight and all
- I can think of is Carrot the pig eating frozen yogurt outside this
- place
- it’s not every day one meets a slab of bacon intact slopping and
- burping off
- a spoon so I ask the woman the pig’s with is it full-grown she says
- he’s ten I comment on dry skin
- looks like your pig has dry skin she says yes pigs are like that I ask what do
- you do about it
- she says whatever any good lubricant while I’m blown away because the big she calls him
- Carrot is snorting and grunting and I’m wondering what kind of a
- mess he’d make but she says
- he’s trained like a dog so I say what do you feed him besides yogurt she
- says chow pig chow and
- proceeds to have him sit stay shake a leg rewarding him with a dog
- biscuit so I say I’ve heard
- pigs are good pets she says I don’t recommend them and I wonder why
- did she keep Carrot
- all these years but guess it’s like any pet one’s responsible the
- moment one says
- look, look at that cute piglet and now she has a two-hundred-twenty-
- pound pig
- not hog hogs are fatter I read that in some article and I say I’m pretty
- repulsed by your pig
- she chuckles says she understands it’s like that whenever they come
- to town for treats
- and at that moment her girlfriend joins us drinking a cappuccino and
- offers some to Carrot
- the first woman says come on Babe you know Carrot doesn’t do well
- on caffeine
- and I’m thinking I’m pretty sophisticated but a big pig with sparse
- black hair dry skin and tiny
- hooves resembling high heeled shoes and some bozo with a
- concussion knocked out that pig
- are just too much for one afternoon.
About the Poet:
June Coleman Magrab (contemporary) is a U.S. poet who was born in NYC, NY, raised in San Francisco and now resides in the Maryland suburbs of Washington, DC. Magrab has been a fellow at The MacDowell Colony and the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts and she was also a participant in the Frost Place Poetry Festival (1992-2005).
She has been published in the anthologies The Other Side of Sorrow (Hobblebush Books, 2006) and The Breath of Parted Lips, Volume II (CalvanKerry Press, 2004). Magrab’s work has also appeared in the journals Calapooya Collage, Caprice, Inky Blue, Mr. Beller’s Neighborhood, New York Quarterly, Scapegoat Review, SoMa Literary Review, Stirring, The Poet’s Touchstone and Wicked Alice.
Magrab is currently the Poetry Editor for the Scapegoat Review. [DES-03/12]
Additional information:
- June Coleman Magrab page at Poets & Writers