all different types,
peddled those sugary wedges
across the city when demons
had you chained to your bed.
Bought you cake
because I wanted to make you feel
like I cared you got better,
because I felt helpless
to do anything else.
It was the last time I saw you.
That summer afternoon
when all the things that didn't matter
sat outside your window
baking in the afternoon heat.
The white cardboard boxes
looked like coffins
laid out on your blue cotton sheets
which turned to metal
under your touch,
you reached out
with a fork for the chocolate cake,
ate it like a sinner
consumes a last minute pardon,
you didn't speak again
after whispering a thank you,
until I left, I never knew
if it's sweet medicine healed,
I only hoped.
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