• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 12
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Ever Afters

On tonight’s menu
something whipped up only for
discerning palates.

Our clientèle will
taste the cream of the cosmos,
the ambrosial.

No, let’s go further,
the aphrodisiacal,
the doozie of sweets:

Chocolate swirled through
with turquoise-coloured fondant,
icing sugar dust,

Served on slashed velvet,
shot through spacetime’s riptide wave,
continuum’s tear.

Sit down this evening,
poke a bib in your collar,
tuck into dessert.