by Marc Tretin
Because the cake they bought for me had two breasts
with cherry nipples, I felt understood
by my staff. I was really impressed
with its icing, “Welcome Back to Girlhood,
And Fuck This Job’s Cheap Health Insurance.”
I put two party balloons under my blouse
then popped them and said, “To my new appearance.”
They shook up the champagne and I was doused.
I gave a wet toast, “To New Beginnings,”
and thought, though I’m steps from death’s door
I decide what I have to do to feel like I’m winning;
to keep my husband, to cheat, to have fun
and look through my daughter like she’s no one.