the wedding cake

the wedding cake
was three or four tiers,
vanilla
with a soft white creamy filling
in between
each moist layer.
it was a large wedding, so
the cake was
enormous and she saved
a piece or
two or three, wrapped
in paper for the freezer.
when the marriage
was over three months
later,
she took the frozen slices
of cake and the new blender,
a new toaster
and went home to her
mother.
I cared only about
the cake.
even now,
all these years later,
if I close my eyes,
I can still taste it
on my tongue,
on my lips,
feel the softness
of it against my face.