3421 Fremont Avenue North
February 22, 1996
1
I don't care if people snicker
because I know of places to eat great cake,
and no place to eat great salad.
2
I live across the street in a studio on the first floor.
I don't open the windows for safety reasons.
I'm used to the mold.
When I need a break - watch the rain fall or the traffic lights swing
I run to the home of my new best friends: white chocolate/chocolate cake,
mint chocolate cake, chocolate swirl brownies,
and cake baked with Bailey's Irish Creme.
They welcome me with kisses.
They listen like therapists.
They encourage me to stay longer
than I can stomach, but tonight
I'll give in to the peer pressure.
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