Three Line Tales: Poem – Lunes – “Meat That Isn’t Me” #3LineTales #amwriting #poetry 


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Gwendolyn asks the leering butcher,

“What’s your finest

Cut of meat?” Eyebrows raised —

——-

He gazes up says, “What type

Of meat Madame?”

She grits her teeth, repulsed.

——–

He watches her, lasciviously flirting,

He winks; Gwendolyn —

Replies,”Meat that isn’t me.”


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