There is a box on my porch / too wide to get my arms
around. / I shove it / upstairs. This box slaps / a reminder
of how fucking stupid / you are. I assume you forgot /
to cancel my birthday / present, so now I’ll have to thank
you / for mailing your heartbreak / straight to my front
door. Knife cuts / tape — reveals box within box — / reveals white box and
disembodied / torso. In hot pink / letters: Fuck Me Silly. / I panic / re-wrap t
he boxes / knowing you won’t notice, / your idiocy a blessing / for once. She
is entombed / on my table and I can’t / resist. I Google the torso:

‍She comes in two flavors. She is easy​
​to clean when you’re done fucking her
​NEVER say no holes. She won’t talk
​back like your last woman. You can
​hide her under your bed or in your
​closet. She is always down. Pleasure
​in her authentic feel, better than real
​pussy. You can flip her on her back
​& fuck her with no condom, no
​commitment, & no bullshit.

My brain spins red flags. / You live with your parents /
and which closet will you lock her in? / You made a separate Amazon
account / just for this purchase. / Tonight, Ruth Bader Ginsberg Guy will
moan, / his mouth between my legs, counting how many / times I cum. You /
spent $300 on a fuck toy / when you don’t have a job.

My phone buzzes. Your text:
‍I have a very important package
arriving today. Can you please
leave the box on the porch?