Ginger and Piggy

she called him piggy, 

not because

he was fat,

or that his eyes were blue,

or could oink

uncontrollably

on cue.

no, she said. when he took

his shirt off

his skin was as pink as

bubble gum.

he was a balloon avoiding

puncture.

what a lovely couple

you must have

been, i told her.

you with your borderline

disorder

and anorexia.

your suicidal desires,

the laxatives and sedatives

to keep you soothed.

a mistress for

for years and years, and him

always promising

that soon, you'd be together.

as you lay on the floor

in your rented room,

the phone in your hand

waiting

for it to ding,

hoping that his wife would

leave their house soon.

he'd keep you on a leash

with more and more

bling.