I prepared for you, a menagerie of tigers

ice skating on my eyeballs.

I made you a cake with arsenic

so you can give it to your

favourite enemies and still feel like a kind person.

I painted your face on top of my face so

we can be matching and so if you want

to take the day off work or perhaps

avoid going to the dentist, I could go.

I shaved my pubes, just in case

that was something you thought I should do.

I ran you a bath of graces,

it’s basically just women I found online called grace,

in a bath, they’re waiting in there ready for you.

I opened the oven just in time

for the smell of fresh bread

to float down the street and

plant tiny hooks in your nostrils,

to reel you into my home.

I watch from behind my window

as you walk past, as you carry on.

Your head scooped back to pick up more sun.