There’s something inarguably irresistible about a slice of cake. Offering little to no real nutritional value, cake exists solely to satisfy a deep-seated internal and rebellious desire for a frivolous and filthily fabulous food fix. I wrote this haiku about what cake means to me.
Have a slice they say,
Tastebuds tingle, sweet, soft…swayed.
Then I sigh, feel fat.
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016)