cake again

we didn’t blame him for his inability to nourish or the absence of flavor exposed by a plastic serving utensil or his elation in watching his offering rapidly turn into waste like so much did and sometimes we found comfort in the reflection we saw in the mixture of saliva and cake spilling from the mouths of others who chewed as applause but we did resent the feast and the baker for serving what he did and the microwave for demanding something be placed on its spinning plate and the celebration that seemed to last longer than we all wanted