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I Brought Cake but no one wanted any. daddy was asleep beneath the covers in what used to be my old room and ma was nestled in bed with blood shot eyes under the 80th round of basketball. I brought cake and it was just enough for three people. I had another slice when I got it home good with a bowl of French vanilla ice cream. I was a fool to be so considerate for two people who never even came to my third grade Christmas play in which I played a black Santa Claus. They didn't give a shit about cake and the ever-perfect icing. But cake wasn't all There were people at the party where cake was served. There were tofu burgers for practicing vegetarians and medium rare red meat for the rest of us. The bean salad was colorful, but I never touched it 'cause nachos were there. Looking over the cotton shoulders and a bottle of Corona appearing closer than it seems, was a man of infinite beauty sitting barefoot in cold grass with an oxford blue shirt whose name I never got. He seemed so distant. Everyone complimented me on the camouflage pants that were a steal for 32.50 at the army/navy supply store. Friends began to talk about porno and how a woman got a single foot to fit in her vagina like anyone wants a description of that position. I never spoke of the cute guy sitting barefooted in ice-cold grass or how badly I wanted to be his oxford blue shirt. I was too busy eating cake.
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