pages for the privileged
sugared stacks of white
on white, the cane
ground down into paper
lives follow the curve of that glass case
counter, inflection, chocolate cake,
shelf to the cooling machine, plastic front,
marble floor
petits fours and doberge, apple stack and fritter
layer, layer, layer
You cut into this cake like colonists did Africa,
with joy
the sinking tines of a fork in frosting
the downward drive of a stake in soil
yield pleasure
I imagine
the lagniappe after need has been negotiated
my mother observed
the refusal of a homemade brownie,
a slant eye at key lime
does nothing to further trust
this is the tyranny of the mille-feuille,
in exile become Napoleon
subject of history
and emperor still hungry
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