The Face of the Beloved

This is my dear friend.

We are very fond of each other

and I don’t think it’s just because I feed her.

Today’s breakfast was a pesto over old beans

with carrot tops, a tasteless peach and part of an apple.

Only the finest affair for my dear friend, Pig.

Love just exists, there is no explanation for it.

But what pleasure.

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