(stuff And Nonsense) Supermarket Poem by Janice Windle

You kissed my ear
next to the breakfast cereals.
The snap. crackle, pop

of the gaze of the fat woman
pulling muesli off the shelf
deafened me, but you didn't care.

In the meat aisle,
you felt my rump
and pronounced it rare,
lean and probably tasty.

You expressed a wish to sample it
- later, I said, and hurried on
to the dairy products

but cream was too erotic a concept
and hastily I steered us to
the frozen food department

which brought out the beast in you,
and you became a polar bear,
the cuddly smothery kind,
begging for Penguins
as we stood in the queue
in Iceland.