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Nocab<\/strong><\/p>\n My mum wouldn\u2019t eat bacon. God had said <\/strong><\/p>\n Susan Jordan<\/strong> has an MA in Creative Writing from Bath Spa University and writes both poetry and prose. She has had poems published in several magazines and anthologies including The Journal, Obsessed with Pipework, Prole, Snakeskin, South <\/em>and the Agenda<\/em> online supplement.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Nocab My mum wouldn\u2019t eat bacon. God had said you weren\u2019t supposed to and so my dad wrote it backwards on the shopping list. That way the Jewish neighbours wouldn\u2019t know we bought the things they bought backwards too. I liked it crisp, reddened, the fat browned so you could crunch it, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9481","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9481","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9481"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9481\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9482,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9481\/revisions\/9482"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9481"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9481"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9481"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nyou weren\u2019t supposed to and so my dad
\nwrote it backwards on the shopping list.
\nThat way the Jewish neighbours wouldn\u2019t know
\nwe bought the things they bought backwards too.
\nI liked it crisp, reddened, the fat browned
\nso you could crunch it, the rind a dark chewy
\nstripe, a mordant smear of mustard that stung
\nmy mouth, with ketchup globs, sliced cucumber
\n\u2013 cool green, sweet red \u2013 a tomato fried black
\nat the edges, butter-soaked white toast.
\nGod said you mustn\u2019t have meat with milky things
\nbut bacon wasn\u2019t kosher so it didn\u2019t matter.
\nWhen you had crunched, it had an undertaste \u2013
\nanimal, unclean \u2013 our foreign English breakfast.
\nWhy really would you want to eat a pig?
\nI didn\u2019t question why we ate animals at all.<\/p>\n