Birthday cake
I follow your
words inside
me first to my heart
birthday cake
lub dash dub it says
iambic perhaps
and in that rhythm
in the gap the dash
you say birthday cake
and I hear lub
mutual celebration the
thing thinging
together a culture
human and humanity
(one) I am not
alone we are eating
love and
birthday cake.
Or two (dub)
I follow your
words inside me
gastronomically
intestinally to
my heart it says
no I say no
this celebration
lines my veins
and I have
lost the thing
thinging no longer
I am candy flake
red and perhaps
your words
this time your
hands and the
sun on your teeth
your birthday
this is enough
birthday cake
it is not it is
this moment
gathered in the gap
the dash in the lub
one and two and.
