Crackling

He liked to crunch
The hairy bit
The chewy fat
A habit
That made her gag.

For her, it was indicative
Of a 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

Later, he smacked lips
On her salty wrist
Stroked her pot belly
His own loin
With streaky knees.