Poet Kevin Weidemann on Lipstick
Greeting My Aunt on the Farm as a Kid
The sow squeezes out wriggling masses of blood and goo—
little piglets struggling to draw their first breaths.
With huffs and puffs and heaves,
the mama pushes out another one.
In painted-on eyebrows and lips,
wearing knee-high muddy rubber boots with shorts,
my Aunt Nade pulls the next new piglet out
of the hog’s oozing orifice.
This baby pig is stuck, she says,
like the lipstick still on my face,
from the duty-bound greeting
I was forced to make that morning.
KW
Author Biography
In addition to family, the daily running-a-business thing, and writing far too infrequently, Kevin makes time for his art project, TerraSight, which hosts a multitude of artists exploring globally conscious themes while embracing the struggle and beauty of the human condition through writing, painting, photography, music and more. Kevin lives in Saint Louis on the Mid Coast.