English, a pastry baked in a circular disc.
Lacking edge-
Buttery utterances that when in synch with certain times, are comfort food.
Flaky, as words are fleeting like simple crumbs submitting to gravity’s will.
Thin, as we often guardedly dread the addition of crème, of custard, of culture.
Light in an exclusive way,
Sad.
Even in our finer, more-developed cuisine,
Morsels darkened a few degrees have been deemed unappetizing.
Waste for the bin.
Silver spoons, fine china, and rather airy mousse…
All of which easily and readily
Pressed to the pink puckered lip that regurgitates a language intended to be a sweet, light, dessert.
A batch of self proclaimed connoisseurs.
Maybe its time to stop feeding the beast.
You cannot be the critique of a delicacy you know nothing of.
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First of all, I won’t lie, I’m now craving dessert. But that’s beside the point…
I enjoy this comparison you’ve made, focusing on each detail. You don’t see many take on the challenge of gustatory imagery, let alone with such sophistication as you’ve done here. This piece has a unique elegance to its words. Truly excellent job.
Thank you!!!