i can still taste that cake

i apologize

for the dead horse i keep going

back to

to whip

again.

but something came to mind

the other day

when i was craving

something sweet,

a sugar

fix, 

i thought about a wedding

cake from

fifty years ago.

three tiers,

white icing,

vanilla.

the best cake i'd ever eaten.

an Italian woman her mother

knew

made it specially for us.

an enormous slice

was wrapped

and put into the freezer

of our tiny

one bedroom apartment

near the racetrack.

to be opened on our anniversary

a year later.

she took it with her.

a few months and gone.

i can still taste that cake in

mouth,

the memory of it still

on my palette.

i'll never

never ever forgive her

for that.