My mom used to shrug off indulgence with a poem. “This is just to say”, she would murmur, slicing the dense chocolate cake frosted with fudge so thick that we could peel it off and eat it in slabs. “So sweet/and so cold”, I would finish, reaching around her to sliver off my own corner …
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ICEBOX PLUMS: Moments, sweet and cold 