Written by Mark Caffrey Friday, 13 February 2009 15:50
The prickly caress of the tail. Everything else turned away, a rejection. His nails clipped, its foot clipped off.
Too much exposure. The frame is cold, fluorescent light, clinical and crude like the stitch job on this shivering long pig.
The pig is marked - stamped twice for effect and punctured through the ear. Then marked again, this time by his protector who shifts his arm for the first time. Deep impressions. I keep refusing the downy on the pig.
The blue light is cutting blood-red patches on the skin when I come too close. I'm an intruder and an accomplice. Stealing and giving blood.
The tiniest stretch marks on the performer and the pig; their rib cages; sex hidden or removed. His skin is beautiful, impossibly smooth - and then an accusing eye. The pair of them accuse me, their feet in a row, greying skin. Laughter from the bar. Position held. Hair on end.
Mark Caffrey
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