Regretting Cake
On my golden birthday, I met Joughin
covered in flour and
blinking in the dust, preparing
lush gardens of iced desire.
I thought to myself
how must he think, as
regular we all get drunk
on these delectable seasons.
And now, and each night thereafter,
we dove-- deeper into sharpened foam;
lifting our heads just enough to sniff.
When on that final night, with cast
iron bellies and swollen hands,
holding our cake with brightened
eyes we thought, “Was it us
who sank
the ship?”
August 2, 2016
Note: Charles Joughin was the chief baker aboard Titanic
For Contest: Regretting Cake
Sponsor: Julia Ward
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