Late shift at the call centre-
in between hang-ups, he asks me
about moonlighting, my day job
as a dancer:
Does your boyfriend mind
other men looking at you
like you're a piece of meat?
He is thinking: red lipstick
and tits on ice. Snow White
under glass. Something to sink
his teeth into.
Not meat, I tell him.
If everyone looked at me and saw
blood guts and muscle,
I'd never make any tips.
My girlfriend will butcher you later.
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Too much, or just right?
ReplyDeleteOh. TOTALLY just right.
ReplyDeleteThat said, I am kind of a dick-face, and appreciate harshness.
I have whole slews of radical-vegetarian-feminist things to say about meat and flesh, so I think you are RIGHT ON. And this kind of stuff makes me happy.
When we hang out sometime, we should discuss some of these poems more... I want to hear the stories behind them!!!! Am I a fun-squasher, making you reveal all your secrets? Maybe.