There are old stories
About creatures and people who take on fur
And take it off
Skins slick and dense,
There’s something uncomfortable about a pig
In the way that its skin is fully displayed
Impossible to hide with fine thin hairs
The birthmarks and blemishes and signs of scars
Skin is a map we try to cover
And pigs lay out their routes boldly
Lives too unobscured for fairytales.
What tales hide and what they reveal is always a point of fascination.