Birthday Poem

Bambi Fields

I am not invited to your birthday party because I am a bad woman

cake is the only virtue I offer

your friends think I’ll put cyanide in the frosting

I think that’s what makes a party fun.

naive and sweet

cherries before gnawing down the pit.

last time there was trail of powdered sugar under my nose,

and my vanilla extract plaited hair left the stench

of a middle child eager to make a mess

in your kitchen when no one’s left to play with.

I’ve got a confectioner's tongue hard up for niceties

so it's been decided I am not to be trusted in my own origin

and while no one lets me around the oven the cake will still be perfect.

Let me enjoy the party.

It is going to be many birthdays of stone fruit kisses before I'm invited back.

Bambi Fields is a writer, actress, and professional party girl mostly living at the airport. She is currently working on a book of poetry. Her creative process primarily consists of socratic seminars with beautiful women in the back of an uber.

@darlingmsbaby