THE GOOD LIFE

now she’s no longer mired
down     trapped by her trotters
living a leftover life
but fresh from the shower
pure as pink     and feeling perky
she texts him her love message
all curves and curlicues to conjure desire
for mud rolling rollicking fun
a new start for them both

he squeals through the ether
angular and sharp as a butcher’s blade
he wants promotion to flight captain
never-ending adulation
he too has had a taste of finer things
won’t settle for a porcine existence
no more wallowing for him     he’s stepping out
demands clean severance     has never heard
that pigs will fly