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Monday, 3 December 2012

Waitress Whore

It is quick and easy
the food I serve, it satisfies
the itch you get for grease.

Two six ounce burgers large as bazookas.
Gherkins denting the mayo,
their pert circles.

Beef tomatoes that cover your palm,
even the hand of a man like you
would struggle to contain it.

Squash between bread and meat
and take it in your mouth.
A trickle of mayo and burger juice runs

from your lip’s corners.
Dirty boy, look at you stuffing your face.
Purge your veins of their water with Fosters,

admire the hair on your body,
blow dry it and accuse me of vanity
of screwing my smile on with lip stick.

I watch from my fleshy tent,
so contained and quiet, dog
with a bone in the corner

gnawing at you. Gnawing.

© Rebecca Audra Smith

Saudi cleric under fire for labelling waitresses as ‘prostitutes’

Rebecca Audra Smith is completing a Creative Writing Masters, MMU. She writes scripts, poetry and prose. You can see her work at www.beccaaudra.wordpress.com. She is part of Stirred collective: www.mostlynocturnalscribbler.wordpress.com

3 comments:

Jeanette Moore said...

I wish I had your talent ;-)

Jeanette Moore said...

I wish I had your talent ;-)

beccaaudra said...

Talent is what it is :P