the red velvet cake

having never tasted
even a single
morsel
of a red velvet
cake,
you purchase one
at the local grocery
store.
it's heavy
in your hand.
a cylindrical
brick of soft
red cake
and cream cheese swirled
somehow
in the middle.
you try to read
the label
on the clear
plastic casing,
but the ant like
print
is too long,
and the words
beyond your comprehension
let alone
being able to
pronounce
them correctly.
it's not what you
expect when
you take a fork
and slice
off a tiny triangular
slab.
it's a sweet strange
mush in
your mouth.
you don't like
the red velvet cake.
it's promising looks
have failed
you.
so often this is
the case.