In this way, one could relate

a cake to the earth. Succulent

crumbs graze like exhausted

Thomson’s gazelle after pursuit


or birth. Gooey wobbles act

as realtors. This is my slice.


Strawberry magma glazes

into red fondant islands


sustains us, packaged

burnt crust and history

that advertise themselves

as sprinkles or cherries


when the factories

are more complex

than the outcome.


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Hello, fellow bundle of nerves and flesh! I'm a simple little being who's half-poet, half-scientist, and all gelatinous chaos. Sort of like an illogical marshmallow. If you'd like to learn more, please seek out the "First Impressions" page. Thank you for the visit, bundle friend.

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