My Hitchcock Moment

Mr. Undercover interrupts my pork-out,

pulling in the driveway

to surprise me, it works,

my heart starts thumping

inside my ears.

My mind hums with alarm

I’m in an underwater dream

willing my limbs

to move faster than time

half-eaten bags of chips

and cookies

quickly jammed into

the old black dreamer steamer trunk

that dominates

a corner of my room.

In slow motion

I stuff one final

empty ice cream carton

toss the spoon,

watch as it

leisurely ~twists~ in the air

taking its time

a clumsy baton trick

tripping me up

getting me caught

SLAM the lid shut just-in-time.

Pretend to be thrilled

our bellies bump as we hug hello.

Mr. Undercover laughs

chats about dinner plans,

while I silently will him

to stay the fuck away from that trunk.

Hiding a dead body

could not be more suspenseful.