She has never been accustomed
to weapons, to blood, but one day,
she gets the notion to sever your head
and crack open the thin bones of your skull.
She wants to scape your brains out with a dull
wooden spoon, to fry them, and feed them
to someone unsuspecting. Placed in a chili,
perhaps vegans would mistake them
for filler. She chooses a short, serrated
kitchen knife. She waits by the door.