cake
Cake is better than you.
This I realized moments ago,
while spooning bites of the French vanilla,
vanilla frosting with sprinkles, and blueberries
in the mix (my touch) cake that I made last night
into my mouth, and thinking about all the people
who have at some point recognized my existence,
but have only given me the most generic
of interactions, the most fleeting nods,
the most lukewarm of satisfactions.
I may remember you longer than I'll remember
this cake, but the cake made me feel better,
and that is why I've had this love affair
with sweets for so many years now.
Quite literally, they take the place of the feeling
I wish I could get from another human being,
but rarely ever do.
I mean no offense by this; I know we're all
busy trying to take care of our own needs...
but cake is better than you. Way better.
~
2024 - 2025