birthday cake

I'm helping people
to pieces of me, we've been
playing this game for a little
while

I suppose
we're right
in the middle
of this turn, and there is
a draw:

the guests forgot
to bring their gifts
I forgot to make
a wish

the candles died,
their flamy heads
got chopped off
the waxy trunks

only the smoke

feels free to wander

in the central part
of the celebration
we suddenly lose
my name

we won't collect
the missing letters
from under
the table

nobody's going
to make a fuss
over a single word
gone

take another bite
of me
if you
like
now
there are very few pieces
left