praying for pigs

by dm gillis

as I write this
I cook sausage and
pray for pigs

there is rosemary in the cupboard
and the moon is rising
even now

there are gas stations and
creation my
neighbour who
bowls above my head

there is poetry on my laptop
which is no longer where I bounce toddlers
but words change meanings
and the scene from a car window
on vacation when I was six
that changed, too
farms and forests
and my parents
spending all of their savings