a woman jumping out of a cake, please

what would you like

for your birthday, she asks me,

hoping i'll say nothing,

that as usual i'll pretend

that i want to ignore 

that yearly marking stone.

let me think, i tell her,

which makes her jaw drop

a look of worry

comes over her face.

hmmm.

i think i'd like a woman

to jump out of a cake

for me.

someone like Marilyn

Monroe, in a red bikini,

but a chocolate

cake, not vanilla.