Prelude:
I am mostly line and laughter,
a sketch that didn’t get the memo about melancholy.
Pencil hums like a breeze through barn air,
and suddenly — joy happens by accident.

I. Anatomy of a Smile

Look closer:
the snout is a portal, not a punchline.
The eyes hold a secret
they’re still deciding whether to share.
Every curve of graphite says,
“Not everything drawn in grey must be sad.”
Ich bin Schwein und Schmunzeln,
ein leichter Gedanke in schwerem Bleistift.

II. The Gesture of Becoming

Lines chase each other across the page,
never landing, always arriving.
A draft of delight,
half spontaneous, half sincere.
Art doesn’t finish me—
it just gives me permission to keep existing.

III. Dialogue in Pencil and Breath

Pig: Am I real?
Pencil: Real enough to grin.
Pig: What for?
Pencil: Because the world forgot how.
And so we draw until remembering feels natural again.

IV. DADA’s Closing Smile

DADA walks by,
grabs a handful of eraser dust,
throws it in the air like confetti.
Meaning sneezes.
The pig blinks, amused.
For one brief, sketched eternity,
everything—
even absurdity—
looks content.