Indira Hodges

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I will say

I never thought I’d tire of pink

I thought even if life is change, pink

might be permanent. My bedding, my clothes

My lips chapping in the cold

And of course my

trembling tongue.

I’ve been more pink than a pig

on a pile of pigs

on a slaughterhouse floor.

I’ve been more pink than a pig

and her litter of pigs

who are pressing against her

sucking her dry

Indira Imecca is a Minneapolis based poet and essayist. She is interested in writing surrealist lyrical prose. Her work has been featured in Selfish Magazine and published on her Substack: indiimecca.