the fall of rome

your layer cake
means nothing
to me. this cake
won't do. it's
shallow nine
by twelve inch pan
of sugar and
flour and eggs
is just a pale
reminder of how
this relationship
has fizzled.
it used to be
a three tiered
cake, with
arches and
columns, a creamy
wave of icing,
with expressions
of love squeezed
out in cursive
writing, it
was a monument
of love and
confection,
it was a tower
the romans
would be proud
of. but now,
this sad flat
shallow cake
is all we have.
truly rome has
fallen, just
bring me
the knife,
please and cut
me a bitter
slice.