a cupcake/a universe/a photograph

It is the way that she bites into a cake
Without a morsel of inhibition
Without any manners and laughs loudly
That makes her stand out.
Blood of a Viking, blue veins on pale skin
Like some vein-filled map of Czech Republic
We locate her there
The lamplight shines
A Criss-Cross Path in the branches
The storm flashlights in the sky
As she stands with cake in hand
In a cozy room in a small friendly town
Posing for a picture.

 

– Zubyre Parvez, “A Cupcake/A Universe/A Photograph”

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