I remember their bodies were so large & clumsy pressed against one another like clouds 

Their knees were like mine 

Knobby 

Toothpick in appearance

It's a wonder how they held up their own bodies 

She took me directly into the cluster of them mooing and coughing and bundling against each other like lovers 

Belly to belly

It would have been the safest place to watch them from the fence post 

But then i never would have been able to write these words 

2. It was her father, the violent yet silent farmer

Who taught us to bail hay and to wear long sleeves when doing it

The machine clucked its way all the way up to the vagina of the barn taking each square  bail of hay to its resting place for winter 

It was also him who invited us down to the field to watch a chocolate colored cow slip from the womb, slimy and unstable with four knees