Piggy

Pig fat meat is the good way to do the things. Sucking rinds. Strong smelling bits of what and where and who. I stumbled in the dark after the a thing and felt my fingers along the long corner of some foreign wall. No one came. Found my way. Later, we figured the moment and, for a split second, turned to the window. Poured absinthe and clouded it all up messy like. Then, an egg. Fried. Yolked lips. Chicken mess .