Bundt Cake

6C689B2C-28D4-4DF4-B595-0B5BB9EF36E5I wrote you by accident
found you inanimate inside a ditch in my brain
swore to drain your essence from the pond of
similar wounds.

Summon my sadness and awaken my fury, you spoke
and I tried to listen.

The matter is always Time
like stubborn crickets in a big dark field.
They mention a hole at the center of everything,
a cosmic bundt cake.

Typical, they say to one another—
but we know better.
It was never sweet Time that we craved
but salty brevity.

 

 

 

Original doodles by: Manuel Bueno @manuelbuenobotello

 

 

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