Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Crackling

by RUTH CHARNOCK

He liked to crunch
the hairy bit
the chewy fat
a habit
that made her gag.

For her, it was indicative of
   lasciviousness
the grease would speckle
his lips and remind her
of other things -

Things she hadn't planned
to do that afternoon.
but it was raining
they had watched
a Hank Williams documentary.

He had talked about wanting
 his own happy pig
to graze on the carpet
she had pretended
to relate to this .

Too late, he smacked lips
on her salty wrist
stroked her pot belly -
his own loin
with streaky knees.

Added: 21.04.2010

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