I’m eating this cake
Your homemade fruitcake
And it’s something, alright.
Bitter and sour,
Like rye bread with cherries.

The holidays are never easy
And this year is a testament to
The sour
Bitterness
That’s grown between us
Dark with sweet icing
And made with love beneath the dense
Thick
Dry
Cake
That makes up your smile
And mine, too.

A homemade fruitcake
Ripe for the picking.

I lick my fingers.

Delicious.