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today, love, i baked you a cake.
i baked it and forty minutes were up while i was talking to you on the phone. i slipped oven mitts over my parched hands, jammed the phone between my cheek and my shoulder, and tried to pull the pan out of the oven. a grunt slipped out my mouth unconsciously and you asked me what i was doing.
"sit ups," i replied, and you laughed.
i let the cake cool on the counter and licked the crumbs off plump fingertips. you spoke soft words into the mouthpiece and i separated my toes with a pencil.
i poked the cake again and it was cool to the touch. "got to go, dear," i said to the phone, and hug up gently. i scooped the white frosting out of the purple tub and smoothed it on. but it didn't want to be smooth today and the crumbs all mixed in the frosting. i tried and tried, two more tubs of frosting i tried. i slathered everywhere, white gobs in my hair, on my face, underneath my eyes where they were diluted by fresh tears.
there was a mess all over the kitchen table and i couldn't tell what was cake and what was frosting. a big creamy zebra disaster.
but no worries, my love, i searched in the pantry and found sprinkles of the chocolate variety. i poured the whole container all over your cake and it became a rat-dropping cake.
but it was a rat dropping cake i made just for you.
i baked it and forty minutes were up while i was talking to you on the phone. i slipped oven mitts over my parched hands, jammed the phone between my cheek and my shoulder, and tried to pull the pan out of the oven. a grunt slipped out my mouth unconsciously and you asked me what i was doing.
"sit ups," i replied, and you laughed.
i let the cake cool on the counter and licked the crumbs off plump fingertips. you spoke soft words into the mouthpiece and i separated my toes with a pencil.
i poked the cake again and it was cool to the touch. "got to go, dear," i said to the phone, and hug up gently. i scooped the white frosting out of the purple tub and smoothed it on. but it didn't want to be smooth today and the crumbs all mixed in the frosting. i tried and tried, two more tubs of frosting i tried. i slathered everywhere, white gobs in my hair, on my face, underneath my eyes where they were diluted by fresh tears.
there was a mess all over the kitchen table and i couldn't tell what was cake and what was frosting. a big creamy zebra disaster.
but no worries, my love, i searched in the pantry and found sprinkles of the chocolate variety. i poured the whole container all over your cake and it became a rat-dropping cake.
but it was a rat dropping cake i made just for you.