What does dead cake taste like?
Like fruit pie
apple pie
peach or
blueberry pie
with a thick, old layer of cheese
on top?
Like you when you
offered me your mouth
to consume for hours
at a time
your smell
sweat
the salt on your
eyelids to taste?
Like you not loving me
anymore
and like your new beau
asking for your hand in marriage
with a fat smile on his lips?
Like your relocation to Denmark,
Spain or Brazil?
Since I can’t find you
in the same place that I met you
you’re dead to me
You died like a hand who isn’t able
to touch me anymore
like a voice that forgot
how to make sounds
like a dried asparagus that
I can’t use up for cooking anymore
and will stay there on the bottom shelf
of the fridge for years
wrinkled, bitter and stale
like a small death=
a body that lost all shape
and movement.
Marlena Eva is a published poet whose work appeared in Avatar Review, Red Paint Hill, Rock and Sling and an anthology called “Between Sentiment and Sensation: Volume 1”. She has been nominated for The Best of the Net in 2014 for a poem about depression and loss. Marlena was born in Romania but lived in several other countries, including Finland, a place that inspired her to write and express herself in English.
