I am writing poems this month with Bud the Teacher (and also, periodically with Mary Lee over at A Year of Reading). This morning, Bud had a cupcake theme, and it reminded me of our son, who eats the wrapper off the cupcakes, too.
I watched her eat the whole wrapper of the cupcake,
chewing slowly on the paper,
eyes closed, as if in rapturous delight
of the memories of the angels in the cake,
crunching on halos.
When she swallowed, she gulped for air
as if the savoring took more out of her than expected,
but she smiled at me,
as if noticing her audience for the first time,
and almost apologetically, whispered,
“It’s been years …”
And the podcast:
Peace (in the cake),
Kevin