fresh salad and pumpkin soup,
my dinner for the last months,
or to be more precise, my diet to be slim as a vine
autumn leaves are filling the ground -
speckled yellow, dotted golden and papered cheese -
reminding me of harvest, buttered corn and roasted turkey
my stomach grumbles with each spoonful,
thinking of cupcakes lining up in the bakeshop -
chocolates, lemon and most of all, red velvet cupcakes -
"She said that the cupcakes are the best desserts, easy to make and
you don't feel guilty as it is a single serving. One can be very creative
in its presentation, using flavored icing and toppings."
my finger idly traces the orange peels like broken glass on the table linen
-- ironic that what is kept away is most often in one's thoughts --
sugar temptations, sprinkled or whipped, whisper at every turn
only the mirror knows my madness,
with expectations heavy on slim shoulders
I fork the salad greens, pressing down on the craving at every turn.
"Just two-thirds of the way up is perfect as cupcakes expand when baked,
and if the cupcake pans are filled any higher, the batter will spill over when baked.
Any less than two-thirds, and the cupcake won't "dome."
i found a big pine cone, broken petal and famished rain, fallen star
beneath the needles leaves and maple tree, and I took it inside,
feeling kinship with imperfect beauty
Dexter theme cupcakes from Magnolia Bakery
her lips quivered with thoughts of red velvet cupcake
topped with whipped cream and cherry syrup --
it was a constant battle between her sugar tooth
and dieting for an hour glass figure to please her fiance
after three months, she finally gave up and binged --
the cupcake was sinfully sweeter than his kisses
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