As I sit down to dinner
with my dear friend;
My dear, good, gentle friend,
‘Meat!’ He exclaims.
As I pass him the bowl
he meant not the dish.
His eyes fixed on the TV screen,
On a woman
in a dress of ‘questionable hemline’.
‘Meat?” I ask, incredulous, unbelieving.
He shrugs in nonchalant affirmation.
And explains to me –
Basis the length of her dress
(His marketing brain in overdrive)
How she would have actively planned
packaging and positioning of her brand.
Juicy. Extra Hot. Spiced Up. Meat.
And I wonder
If I came out tomorrow
clad in my little black dress,
Would I be meat too?
Wearing my invitation
on the hem of my dress?
To be cooked and enjoyed
by this man – my erstwhile friend
now turned consumer.