iMe is His Name

If I were to bake and serve you a cake

you’d demand ice cream with it

or say, “Add more frosting,” or

“I can’t eat this. It’s waste.”

[Because didn’t I remember you began a gluten-free diet ~that morning]

Your ugliness would have caused me great disinterest in the matter,

And I would have tossed the gluten-free dessert into the trash can

and then your ugly voice would have stung my ears once again …

“I’m really in the mood for cake,

too bad you ruined that for me.”

If I were still fooled … ,

I would have stayed with you,

and baked you another cake.