I hid the cake under the microwave
in the drawer
with the disinfectants
because I suspected
you wouldn’t be going anywhere near there
anytime soon.

I hid the cake
– what was left of it –
under a towel
so even if you were in a mood to clean –
sorry. Bad joke.
– even if you were looking for something rarely seen,
like a peanut sheller,
a carrot grater
or a scale
you would not get a clear view
of that dark monstrosity.

I hid the cake
that you once claimed was so delicious
but now say is quite deadly.
I hid the cake
that must be destroyed
for you to attain happiness.
I hid it
so you would not be tempted.

I hid the cake
the cake you told me to throw out.
I hid it
so that when you change your mind
dump the diet
and ask me to buy a new one
I can save some scratch.