the church bake sale

as i stir

a cake batter, about

to make a dozen

cupcakes

for the church bake sale,

my wife

whispers to me,

if something ever happens

to me,

they'll know who

did it.

huh, i say. licking the spatula,

as i squeegee out 

the bowl.

what are you talking about?

you know what

i'm talking about.

i reach up

into the cupboard where

her happy pills are

and hand her

the bottle.

did you take yours today,

i ask her?

doesn't seem like it.