Farmgirl in Fishnet Stockings
Stiletto heels and a tattoo
on her left breast, reading “bitch,”
complete the pastoral. She feeds
the pigs, her long thin spikes
squelching in and out of the mud.
Red… red lips pursed, squealing
to match the pigs’ excitement.
Galvanized bucket swings low
at her hip, brimming with mash,
some spoiled vegetables from last
week’s supper, a blob of freezer-burned
ground beef. She loves these animals,
loves to take her long nails and scrape
behind their ears. The biggest
sow’s nipples look sucked
to death, her piglets nearly ready
to sell. One small immature boar
grunts at our girl’s approach.
He loves her, as only a pig can
love. Piggy’s never had it better.
Farmgirl’s spangled shorts stretch tight
as she bends to fill the trough.
This girl’s smart — she lives out
where men know how to keep their women
home forever. Still, she loves to dress.