BABY SHOWER TORTURE PORN: ROLLING MEADOWS, ILLINOIS 1998
This is how I’d do it, she says.
Strawberry cake with a buttercream frost and the knife,
when it enters, slides in clean. Pretend it’s his eyeball,
she says, twists the knife quickly then inserts her fork.
Delicious, she says, raising a bite to her mouth. Yes,
says the hostess, yes, the berry purée keeps it moist.
I’d use a screwdriver to the jugular, you have to be fast. Tea?
she asks me, the only babyless attendee, pours hot herbal
into my cup. We all have tea in bone china decorated
with daisies, and as the steam rises
my blonde, Kate Spaded, Lincoln Park Trixie couch-mate murmurs,
Boiling water and a hammer to the skull, no sugar for me, thanks.
Not that I’d enjoy it, she says, studying my face, but I would
take a wrench to his knees. Who? I say. Anyone, she says. You’ll see.
She pats my belly and tells me she keeps a butcher knife
under her pillow, and then the men come in, the husbands
home from work in flat front khakis and collared shirts; they are shy
and cologned and pulling at their ties, but they eat the cake
we press on them, we insist they eat every last slice.
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