Another submission for the contest! What contest you say? This one!
This one is by my good friend Lydia, an Ohioan who currently resides in Toronto, where there are many hogs.

"why i gave her my subway seat"

she's last week's shopping
list folded over, bent backwards
with damp fingers until the
crease cracks with middle age,
its belly spreading into an ever-
increasing bulge of soft yield
too worn to uphold the top half
of the list. when the breeze comes
eggs and milk and bread crash
into the current, letters ping
against each other. and both
g's and an h are lost forever
underneath tomatoes and an apple
pie at the very end of the page.