Creasing His Collar

she leans into it
sweating over the board
pushing the pointed
weight with a smile
satisfied by the feel
of stainless steel
sliding smooth
across the neckline

she plunges her thumb
into the red button
savoring the drama
of the steam burst
the gurgling scream
of heat and horror
beneath her hands

the fabric fizzles
and his collar crisps
starched stiff
and nicely browned
with what’s left
of his jugular blood
percolating in the steamer