such a thing
as a cake there
on a white plate
untouched
there’s some
kind of cake a fruit charlotte
the succulence
of apple with berries bleeding into
the meringue
mixed in with the crispy pastry crumble
a work of art
colours texture working in the mind on the palate
the tongue the
soft gush of saliva the plain white canvas of the plate
I take a fork
break off a piece but am stopped the hostess leaning in over
me her hand
holding down my own a cake fork she says insistent replacing the
fork in my hand
with a cake fork and I am stopped for a moment and then it slips
into place the
shopping online socmed a cake fork the cake upon a white plate the cost
of a set of cake
forks of white plates the pleasure the lifestyle the idea I take the cake fork
carry the cake
on its white platter out into the cave of darkness and sit with others by the
fire
in the garden
our shadows cast against the dark wall of trees behind us and I break off a
forkful
and I lift it
slowly to my mouth and I want to believe that this cake will taste as good as
it looked
in the
artificial light of the kitchen before the hostess leaned in over me and
instructed me urging
me to take a
cake fork and stab it into my heart and stab and stab and stab and so fix the
wound
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