Ribeye Blood spreading on the plate Bone-in ribeye Rare baby rare Pink edged mashed potatoes Soaking up proof of prior life We salivate Salivate same as our hunting ancestors Conversation spreads like cigar smoke On the patio past bedtime And eventually turns to gossip "Can you believe she wore that dress?" Someone sneezes and a silent hush follows It's the days of pandemics after all And selfishness is hip again And the ribeye is delicious And another conversation begins This time it's a beautiful sun dress Whirling around thin, lovely legs From a teenage romcom And a hush falls over the table It's the days of searching for love afterall