Fool the Pigs!
Posted by mb apples on May 07, 2006 at 13:23:10:
My first wife was raised in a Chinese barn,
on the outskirts of Middle America,
working and eating alongside sows and piglets.
Her mother said it was to fool the Gods; my
wife says it was more to fool the pigs.
I first met her there, wallowing in the mud
bath with her sibling swine, satisfied with a
full, naked belly in the half-cocked sun.
“That’s the one I want,” I said to the sun-painted farmhand,
pointing to the muddy pink ball of nude innocence.
“You sure you want the runt, son? Not too much
bacon there,” the farmhand said having taken
cues from the greasy salesman that put him behind
the wheel of the artifact he called a ‘pick-up.’
“That’s plenty of bacon for me,” I say climbing
over the wooden restraint, neglecting the
delicacy of my soft leather wingtips.
When the farmhand accepted my sincerity,
he hopped into the slop as well, pausing for
reassurance before gathering up my blossoming
lover. I nodded and in mere moments my
blushing baby bride was wrestled from the shit
riddled muck and into my silky white arms.
After a few minutes of resistance, my little beast
was at ease against my breast, lulled by the
gentle woos I spilled into her tiny ears. Her mother
signed the ‘pedigree’ and I signed the check,
and she and her farmhand waved as we set off
to enter the great marriage maze, traveling
in a sputtering black jalopy.