artificiality (a poem)

Cast dining patio sets

the silence and tensity of the bare furniture

she peers at a cake display

the crumbs of a crust 

vanilla creme and bittersweet espresso

how would it sit on her tongue?

The spoon feels rough against the crust

crust, crack, carve

pressure, poke, pry

prying through a thick pastry

Spoiled and sour

milk curdles, foamy sponge-like particles

inedible, the plate was

digesting an unsafe treat

a carefully folded white box

deceiving her like a foul joke

(Note by author:

My favorite place to go for coffee disappointed me today and I had to share it with the world.)