and cake

if not for ice
cream and cake, i'd see no
reason
to go on.
I used to think that love
was important.
not so.
that having money,
a home,
a car. that things
were necessary
to make me happy,
the frivolous
je ne sais quoi,
that the world
offers,
but I see how quickly
things fade
and break,
disappear.
I stare at the hole
in my
expensive Italian shoes
and smile.
I see now that ice cream
is key
to life and happiness.
and cake.