these teeth are like chicklets all over the floor

hysteria is an incubus
my house full of seducers
playing these fake axe games

like I don’t know
I hope to give you my good ankle in return
if you won’t accept
I’m filing for bankruptcy

no one mentions the word theft
which becomes the fish I can’t care for

the witches say I need to accept my value
more than FACE OF THE BUSINESS
the sheriff says to think on reputation
speaking from deep within the sex-dream

if I don’t win this time
banish me to the well
along with the horror movie sellouts

upstairs my wife hosts the dinner
multiple stuffed swans
whilst I practice my aim
space of condensed hands

revenge is a feast
one of our friends dissected
for the path to victory

a whole pack of underdogs
is no use at all

Florence Heap is a recent Philosophy graduate. She is a past editor of Icarus Magazine, and her work has been previously published in Smithereens Literary Magazine and Uppagus. She currently resides in Vancouver.