Cut another fearslice
from the giant cake
and how come everybody
want to eat from that cake?
Never sweet enough, all the
icing a disguise. It's a city
loved by one who goes away.
One who eats until the fear line
and then the cake begins
its spin around the room.
It was an occasion for mother
to point this out to her child
"you don't have to eat
the spin discover."  "You've been
washed over by wild lily film."
And "the pause is pregnant. Time
to touch and greet the little ones,
the little, frosty ones who
hold back from eating the cake
of fear. " No one wears gloves
to handle the cake. It is eaten
with obligation by few who know
the sting of punished misunderstood
intentions and those who know the strange sweetness
of the cake yet resist its bite
hold back ourselves
lifting our skirts to cross the river of foreign films
and making ——out of what is found on that cake.