Agna

seen: across the street from the vortex theatre at central + buena vista, abq, nm

damn. she sure picked a fugly photo of me to plaster all over campus. the boys came back one afternoon, howling and falling all over themselves; i had to smack them a couple of times before one of them managed to spit out a complete sentence. then i had to go see it for myself. yeah, i admit- at first glance, i look like i've given up on life- huddled up in a corner, sitting on my tail, by the apartment's one and only heater vent. (i tell you, purgatory is real, and it is university student apartments). but-- that look in my eye? that's me plotting to get the hell out of there for good. and woman, please: if you gonna be wallpapering this town with flyers of my freezing, suffering ass, at least get the measurements right. "1 foot tall, 1 foot long"? i ain't no fuckin' rubix cube! i've slimmed down, too; i shed the late-night-domino's-hot wings-lickin'-tipped-over-beer-bottles weight when i got back on the street. and by the way-- "Agna"? there is no "Agna". i gots no name; pigs don't fuckin' name their kids, we too busy tryin to stay off the chopping block. naming is for folks who don't gotta worry about being eaten and shit. the human named me after a town in italy next to where she did her semester abroad. no one knew what it meant until she looked up "Agna" on a baby name website and found it meant "pure, holy". which i think is fuckin' hilarious because hello, i'm a pig, we aren't exactly dainty about our hygiene. i'm done with being owned by humans. ima ball 'till the day i fall, motherfuckers.