Monday, February 11, 2008

Prompt: Milk

Milking it for all it’s worth...

What does she think?

As the vacuum nozzles clamp around each tit, does she imagine the lips of an all-but-forgotten calf, long gone to the veal farm?

Does she dream pastures, she who has never seen the outside of a feedlot?

Does she imagine the tang of new-sprouted grass, she who has tasted only dried corn, seasoned with hormones and antibiotics?

Does she yearn to be mounted roughly by a dark, well-muscled Angus bull, she who has known no paramour but the rubber gloves and syringe of the insemination technician?

Dude, she’s just a fucking cow.

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