Pig

I left the hearty seconds of
my ex-bedroom be.

If you'd kindly take notice,
I've saved you a snack from
Chernobyl.

Creaming with fallout
and sweet radiation,
the ashes mashing under your red
inferno hat
seep...
distraction as the mud forms
shorelines over your caked
mane.

I don't want to hobnob with you
in a crowded shopping mall
photo booth (you're my sister)
but the evidence is merciless.
I'm downstairs

in the mushroom garden
and I want you to pack up
everything.

The falsehood ends here.