Love Pig
Simon helped me load my slide reel
Simon carried my heavy portfolio
Simon wrote my dissertation
Simon prized the lid off my jam jar
Simon would do anything for me
he would eat dog shit if I asked him
he let me treat him like dirt
I let him fuck me with a ladle
he stripped me naked in the kitchen
in front of a full-length mirror
love pig was standing outside
watching us through the window
hidden by the begonias
wanking and moaning my name
Simon was sitting behind me
displaying me to the mirror
fondling my softer than yours skin
losing himself in my reflection
coating me in good cream cheese
plucking my pussy hairs
slowly easing the ladle
in the late night kitchen – lights blazing – off his face on cheap drugs
stirring me with the ladle
we were lapping it up
I only let him fuck me once with his willy
now he wants to do it again
he wants to whisk me to the sea-side
for a never-ending dirty weekend
last night he was bawling his eyes out
said he can never believe a word I say
now he’s performing on my doorstep
he’s gift-wrapped and blowing me kisses
he’s galloping round my front garden
pretending he’s a fire-breathing goat
he’s hammering and spicing his meat
he’s slobbering over her next-door’s feet
he’s covering his dick in tin foil
he’s tying red ribbons in his hairy
he’s poking his dick in my letterbox
he’s spunking all over my hall
I want the one who was watching
Year Zero Writers 
Great line: he’s slobbering over her next-door’s feet.
But it’s much more than great lines somehow. Works on so many levels.
I feel like this piece is following me round. It won’t let me go. It’s hypnotic.
Darling, very simply put, your work is evolving tremendously into a full volume poet! Love the pussy hair, it makes my ladle stand on end!
wonderful piece. you’ve done it again, Penny x